Gian Carlo Menotti Quotes

I have always felt that art, especially music, is but a demonstration of God.

The only thing that interests me in music is to be able to reach into the, let’s call it, ‘collective unconscious’ of what is noblest in the human spirit, the way you find in the music of Mozart and Beethoven and Verdi that wonderful quality that not a note can be changed.

God gives you the gift of melody or He doesn’t – it’s as simple as that.

At the premieres, I always watch the audience. If a child asks to go to the bathroom, I know I’ve failed.

I rebelled against the idea of the artist being what I call the ‘after-dinner mint’ of society. I didn’t want them to be just the entertainers, but rather part of the community – the bread, not only the dessert.

A man only becomes wise when he begins to calculate the approximate depth of his ignorance.

Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do.

People ask me whether I’m religious. Well, in a certain way, I am.

For better or for worse, in ‘The Last Savage,’ I have dared to do away completely with fashionable dissonance, and in a modest way, I have endeavored to rediscover the nobility of gracefulness and the pleasure of sweetness.

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers – and never succeeding.

I guess I am running the risk of becoming the Hans Christian Andersen of opera.

I have a heart problem, so I have to simplify my life and be content with memories and friends and music.

The Greeks said the artist doesn’t actually have to travel and look around. You stay where God has put you, and you dig as deep as you can. This is what I’ve done.

A Schubert song, the A-major chord at the opening of Wagner’s ‘Lohengrin’ – such incredible beauty is a mystery, the divinity of music.

Now, all of a sudden, every college and every university has an opera theater. Every little city has its little group.

Fate has blessed me.

The creation of Spoleto was a social experiment. Because I’ve always suffered guilt from being a Catholic, when I was in my fifties I felt a need of being needed.

Writing beautiful melodies is not fashionable because it is very difficult to do.

Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.

Waiting and hoping are the whole of life, and as soon as a dream is realized it is destroyed.

Any subject is good for opera if the composer feels it so intently he must sing it out.

It was my contention that opera can not only pay for itself if it is well given, but it can also command a much wider audience if given like a play with lots of rehearsals and wonderful singers that fit the role.

I loathe my body. The liver spots, the sagging flesh.

It’s always what you did before. The year before is always so much better. Even when the critics hated what you did then, it always looks better five years later.

As a little boy of 3 or 4, I became lame. Something was wrong with my right leg. There are pictures of me being pulled around in a little wagon. The doctors didn’t know what to do. So my nanny took me to the miraculous Madonna at Sacro Monte in Varese, the priest blessed me, and I walked.

I thought conceptual art was a joke.

I’m not very sympathetic to the tendency to bring art to the people.

There are three reasons why I live in Scotland. First, I like silence, and you have to be a millionaire to buy silence in Italy. Second, I like cold weather. Third, in Italy I have too many relatives and know too many people, so I never get a quiet time.

It takes a Bobby White to make a tired 90-year-old composer write a song about love.

I should have worked harder in my life. I suffer from a guilt complex.