“Music’s exclusive function is to structure the flow of time and keep order in it.”

Art postulates communion, and the artist has an imperative need to make others share the joy which he experiences himself.

An audience is an abstraction; it has no taste. It must depend on the only person who has (pardon, should have), the conductor.

Invention presupposes imagination but should not be confused with it.

Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration, if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning.

The faculty of creating is never given to us all by itself. It always goes hand in hand with the gift of observation.

The performance has developed to such an extent in recent years that it challenges the music itself and will soon threaten it with relegation.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one’s self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

The trouble with music appreciation in general is that people are taught to have too much respect for music they should be taught to love it instead.

Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.

The trick is to compose what one wants to compose and to get it commissioned afterward.

I have learned throughout my life as a composer chiefly through my mistakes and pursuits of false assumptions, not by my exposure to founts of wisdom and knowledge.

Composition is selective improvisation.

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.

Music is the sole domain in which man realizes the present.

Silence will save me from being wrong (and foolish), but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right.

All you have to do is close your eyes and wait for the symbols.

Admire your sweet way of glowing; your passionate way of flowing.

Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

My style has always been my own, just like my flow and style.

Sometimes, you want nothing more than to aimlessly scribble on paper and let the ink flow.

I stretch in the morning a lot and I do a lot of saunas and steam rooms during fashion week just to keep my blood flowing.