The Model Of A Composer.

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.

I Am An Arrogant And Impatient Listener, But In The Case Of A Few Composers, A Very Few, When I Hear A Work I Do Not Like, I Am Convinced That It Is My Own Fault. Verdi Is One Of Those Composers.

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.