Music begins where the possibilities of language end.

Millions of years ago, in my previous incarnations, I must have been related to swans... because I can still feel that affinity.

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

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

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.

No one ever erected a statue of a critic.

No statue has ever been put up to a critic.