I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.
Tradition is the spreading of fire and not the veneration of ashes.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
It is easier to achieve a desired result in short pieces.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.