Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water.

For me, music begins where words end.

No statue has ever been put up to a critic.

Music is on a higher plane than everything else in this world.

All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.

No one ever erected a statue of a critic.

Music begins where the possibilities of language end.