In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.
Beauty and fullness of tone can be achieved by having the whole orchestra play with high clarinets and a carefully selected number of piccolos.