What gives the artist real prestige is his imitators.

I had another dream the other day about music critics. They were small and rodent-like with padlocked ears, as if they had stepped out of a painting by Goya.

Film music should have the same relationship to the film drama that somebody's piano playing in my living room has on the book I am reading.

One has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.

Hurry? I have no time to hurry.

Conductors' careers are made for the most part with 'Romantic' music. 'Classic' music eliminates the conductor; we do not remember him in it.