We cannot describe sound, but we cannot forget it either.

Music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the coordination between man and time.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

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.

I know that the twelve notes in each octave and the variety of rhythm offer me opportunities that all of human genius will never exhaust.

I knew I had to write a Mass of my own, but a real one.

Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.