To be deprived of art and left alone with philosophy is to be close to Hell.

My God, so much I like to drink Scotch that sometimes I think my name is Igor Stra-whiskey.

Nothing is likely about masterpieces, least of all whether there will be any.

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

To continue in one path is to go backward.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

I have learned throughout my life as a composer chiefly through my mistakes and pursuits of false assumptions, not by my exposure to founts of wisdom and knowledge.