If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly
I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.
The attraction of the virtuoso for the public is very like that of the circus for the crowd. There is always the hope that something dangerous may happen.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all!
But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.