Do Not Allow The Accents

Some People Wish Above All To Conform To The Rules, I Wish Only To Render What I Can Hear.

The Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

On Those Who Overanalyze His Music: When You Tear The Wings Off A Butterfly, It Is No Longer A Butterfly

Do Not Allow The Accents In The Brass To Produce Space Between The Notes.

Works Of Art Make Rules But Rules Do Not Make Works Of Art.