Each Moment Presents What Happens.

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

No One Can Have An Idea Once He Starts Really Listening.

Whether I Make Them Or Not, There Are Always Sounds To Be Heard And All Of Them Are Excellent.

There Are Some Good People In It, But The Orchestra As A Whole Is Equivalent To A Gang Bent On Destruction.