Sometimes One Is Without The

You Know What I Think? If I Am Tired Now, I Don't Mind, Because I Have Eternity To Rest.

When I Began, The Guitar Was En-closed In A Vicious Circle. There Were No Composers Writing For The Guitar, Be-cause There Were No Virtuoso Guitarists.

It Is Not So Hard To Be Original, What Is Hard, Is To Be Original With Continuity.

The Guitar Is A Small Orchestra. It Is Polyphonic. Every String Is A Different Color, A Different Voice.

It Is Impossible To Feign Mastery Of An Instrument, However Skillful The Impostor May Be.