Music is in the space between the notes.
He was the incomparable painter of mystery, silence, and the infinite, of the passing cloud, and the sunlit shimmer of the waves-subleties which none before him had been capable of suggesting.
If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.
[on Richard Wagner] A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
In opera, there is always too much singing.
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.