To be deprived of art and left alone with philosophy is to be close to Hell.
The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one
My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.
An artist is like a pig snouting truffles.
Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.
I take no pride in my artistic talents; they are God-given and I see absolutely no reason to become puffed up over something that one has received.