It is a funny thing, but when I am making music, all the answers I seek for in life seem to be there, in the music. Or rather, I should say, when I am making music, there are no questions and no need for answers.

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

Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

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.

Melodic invention is one of the surest signs of a divine gift.