I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
To write a symphony is, for me, to construct a world.
I am thrice homeless, as a native of Bohemia in Austria, as an Austrian among Germans, and as a Jew throughout the world. Everywhere an intruder, never welcomed.