But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.
“Why write for the orchestra? For one thing it's a very challenging problem.”
“I think theatricality is just one way of performing. I don't think it's a better way or the way, but it's my way.”