The performance of performance has developed to such an extent in recent years that it challenges the music itself and will soon threaten it with relegation.

It's one of nature's way that we often feel closer to distant generations than to the generation immediately preceding us.

Hurry? I have no time to hurry.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

The more controlled, limited and tormented art is, the freer it is.

Harpists spend 90 percent of their lives tuning their harps and 10 percent playing out of tune.

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