For me, music begins where words end.
No statue has ever been put up to a critic.
All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.
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 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.