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.

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render what I can hear.

First of all, ladies and gentlemen, you must forget that you are singers.

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

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

Life is the space between our things.