The further the music develops, the more complex the apparatus used by the composer to express his thoughts becomes.

It is always the same with me; only when I experience something do I compose, and only when composing do I experience! After all, a musician's nature can hardly be expressed in words.

I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.

I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.

I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.

The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.

It should be one’s sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.