Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.

Old age is a time of humiliations, the most disagreeable of which, for me, is that I cannot work long at sustained high pressure with no leaks in concentration.

Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.

Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.

Art postulates communion, and the artist has an imperative need to make others share the joy which he experiences himself.

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.

Music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the coordination between man and time.