Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render what I can hear.
I wish to sing of my interior visions with the naive candour of a child.
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.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
Art is the most beautiful deception of all!