On Those Who Overanalyze His

Life Is The Space Between Our Things.

In Opera, There Is Always Too Much Singing.

When Asked By A Grumpily Puzzled Professor What "rules" He Followed, Debussy Is Said To Have Retorted, Mon Plaisir "whatever I Please" And He Further Claimed That More Was To Be Gained By Watching The Sun Rise Than By Listening To The Pastoral Symphony. Although Such Remarks Were Intended To Shock, They Contain A Core Of Debussyan Verity.

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All!

There Is No Theory. You Have Only To Listen. Pleasure Is The Law. I Love Music Passionately. And Because L Love It, I Try To Free It From Barren Traditions That Stifle It. It Is A Free Art Gushing Forth, An Open-air Art Boundless As The Elements, The Wind, The Sky, The Sea. It Must Never Be Shut In And Become An Academic Art.