The real composer thinks about his work the whole time; he is not always conscious of this, but he is aware of it later when he suddenly knows what he will do.

We have a duty towards music, namely, to invent it.

Conformism is so hot on the heels of the mass-produced avant-garde that the 'ins' and the 'outs' change places with the speed of mach 3.

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

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

The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting, any more than it has any reason for ending.

A cultural snob is someone who claims to be familiar with the incomprehensible.