Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.

Why is it that whenever I hear a piece of music I don't like, it's always by Villa Lobos?

I had another dream the other day about music critics. They were small and rodent-like with padlocked ears, as if they had stepped out of a painting by Goya.

An audience is an abstraction; it has no taste. It must depend on the only person who has (pardon, should have), the conductor.

What gives the artist real prestige is his imitators.

Revolution means turning the wheel.

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.