How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
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.
If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
Anyone who calls my music "impressionist" is an imbecile.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly