Music Does Not Excite Until

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.

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.

The Old Idea Of A Composer Suddenly Having A Terrific Idea And Sitting Up All Night To Write It Is Nonsense. Nighttime Is For Sleeping.

Composing Is Like Driving Down A Foggy Road.