What you have in your head, put down on paper. The head is a fragile vessel.

Our business is rejoicing, our business is rejoicing.

A creative artist works on his next composition because he was not satisfied with his previous one.

I don't know what will become of this piece. Our brave critics will no doubt charge me with imitating Ravel's Bolero. Too bad - this is how I hear war.

When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something.

If they cut off both hands, I will compose music anyway holding the pen in my teeth.

Music is good, not evil. Poetry is good, not evil. Primitive, but oh, so true!