Music is the sole domain in which man realizes the present.

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

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

My freedom will be so much the greater and more meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround myself with obstacles. Whatever diminishes constraint diminishes strength. The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self of the chains that shackle the spirit.

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.

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

Hurry? I have no time to hurry.