Composing Is Like Driving Down

It Is Cruel, You Know, That Music Should Be So Beautiful.

I Liked The Opera Very Much. Everything But The Music.

One Day I'll Be Able To Relax A Bit, And Try And Become A Good Composer.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road Toward A House. Slowly You See More Details Of The House-the Color Of The Slates And Bricks, The Shape Of The Windows. The Notes Are The Bricks And The Mortar Of The House.

It Is Cruel, You Know, That Music Should Be So Beautiful. It Has The Beauty Of Loneliness Of Pain: Of Strength And Freedom. The Beauty Of Disappointment And Never-satisfied Love. The Cruel Beauty Of Nature And Everlasting Beauty Of Monotony.