For me, music begins where words end.
Music begins where the possibilities of language end.
All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.
Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water.
No statue has ever been put up to a critic.
Music is, for me, like a beautiful mosaic which God has put together. He takes all the pieces in his hand, throws them into the world, and we have to recreate the picture from the pieces.