For an instant God opens his door and His orchestra plays the Fifth Symphony.
Millions of years ago, in my previous incarnations, I must have been related to swans... because I can still feel that affinity.
Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water.
Music begins where the possibilities of language end.
No one ever erected a statue of a critic.
I often conduct an orchestra in my sleep; my orchestras are so huge that the back desks of the violas vanish into the horizon. And everything is so wonderful.