17. January 2006 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Quotes

The sound of the sea, the curve of a horizon, wind and leaves, the cry of a bird, they all leave manifold impressions in us. And suddenly, without wishing it at all, one of these memories spring from us and find expression in musical language. I want to sing my interior landscape with the simple artlessness of a child.

-Claude Debussy
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