A good composer does not imitate; he steals.
Money may kindle, but it cannot by itself, and for very long, burn.
To be deprived of art and left alone with philosophy is to be close to Hell.
The trick is to compose what one wants to compose and to get it commissioned afterward.
I take no pride in my artistic talents; they are God-given and I see absolutely no reason to become puffed up over something that one has received.
What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.