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Anyone Who Calls My Music "impressionist" Is An Imbecile.

The Century Of Aeroplanes Deserves Its Own Music. As There Are No Precedents, I Must Create Anew.

There Is No Theory. You Merely Have To Listen. Pleasure Is The Law.

I Have A Horror Of Sentimentality, And I Cannot Forget That Its Name Is Saint-saëns.

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.