Anyone who calls my music "impressionist" is an imbecile.
Music is the space between the notes.
People don't very much like things that are beautiful - they are so far from their nasty little minds.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
The century of airplanes has a right to its own music.