All music is nothing more than a succession of impulses that converge towards a definite point of repose.

I never am sea sick, never. I am sea drunk!

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

An artist is like a pig snouting truffles.

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.

Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.

The one true comment on a piece of music is another piece of music.