Do not allow the accents in the brass to produce space between the notes.

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

The sound of the sea, the curve of a horizon, wind in leaves, the cry of a bird leave manifold impression in us. And suddenly, without our wishing it at all, one of these memories spills from us and finds expression in musical language...I want to sing my interior landscape with the simple artlessness of a child.

If we look at the works of JS Bach ... on each page we discover things which we thought were born only yesterday, from delightful arabesques to an overflowing of religious feeling greater than anything we have since discovered.

Anyone who calls my music "impressionist" is an imbecile.

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.

Art is the most beautiful deception of all!