Music begins where words are powerless to express. Music is made for the inexpressible. I want music to seem to rise from the shadows and indeed sometimes to return to them.

Works of art make rules but rules do not make works of art.

I am more and more convinced that music is not, in essence, a thing which can be cast into a traditional and fixed form. It is made up of colors and rhythms.

There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.

There is nothing more musical than a sunset.

On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly

Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.