The only reward the musician receives is music: the privilege of standing in the presence of music when it leans over and takes us into its confidence. As it is for the audience. In this moment everything else is irrelevant and without power. For those in music, this is the moment when life becomes real.

Understanding is simple. Knowing is complicated.

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.

The spoken form is in fact a very restrained representation of what is possible in the musical language.

The concern of the musician is to play the music. It is there demanding to be given sound to.

What is necessary is possible, what we want is expensive. What is unnecessary is unlikely.

Discipline is never an end in itself, only a means to an end.