One Day I'll Be Able

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.

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.

I Liked The Opera Very Much. Everything But The Music.

Music Does Not Excite Until It Is Performed.

These Two Are Not Two, Love Has Made Them One. Amo Ergo Sum! And By Its Mystery Each Is No Less But More.