First Of All, Ladies And

People Come To Music To Seek Oblivion: Is That Not Also A Form Of Deception?

The Music I Desire Must Be Supple Enough To Adapt Itself To The Lyrical Effusions Of The Soul And The Fantasy Of Dreams.

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

Music Begins Where Words Are Powerless To Express. Music Is Made For The Inexpressible. I Want Music To Seem To Rise From The Shadows And Indeed Sometimes To Return To Them.

I Am More And More Convinced That Music Is Not, In Essence, A Thing Which Can Be Cast Into A Traditional And Fixed Form. It Is Made Up Of Colors And Rhythms.