This is what I want in heaven... words to become notes and conversations to be symphonies.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.
I'd like to point out to people the divine in a musical language that transcends words. I want to speak to their souls.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
I don't see myself necessarily having a burning desire to write a symphony.
All these tales of people sitting down and composing symphonies just as though they were writing a letter are very much exaggerated; at least, it isn't that way in my work.
I believe so deeply in the primacy of language, in lifting your prose to the highest level you're capable of and making your words symphonic.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
I think that of my 21 symphonies, each has its own place.
I hear entire symphonies, oratorios, in my head, but I can't write a note.