I was born out of due time in the sense that by temperament and talent I should have been more suited for the life of a small Bach, living in anonymity and composing regularly for an established service and for God.

Music is given to us specifically to make order of things, to move from an anarchic, individualistic state to a regulated, perfectly concious one, which alone insures vitality and durability.

What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration, if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning.

What gives the artist real prestige is his imitators.

Look for the music on all things, and life will be a symphony of joy. My music is best understood by children and animals.