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 nothing more musical than a sunset.

The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.

I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.

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

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.

Inspiration and ideas only come to me when I have not had a woman in a very long time... Ballads, polonaises, even a whole concerto may have been lost forever up your des durka, I can't tell you how many. I have been so deeply engulfed in my love for you I have hardly created anything.