The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating it to the public. — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
Cold calculation, random spots of color, mathematically exact construction (clearly shown or concealed), drawing that is now silent and now strident . . .… — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
“Braveggia, urla! T'affretta a palesarmi il fondo dell'alma ria!'' ''Shout, braggart! What a rush you're in to show me the last dregs of your… — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements. — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
“Even you, o Princess, in your cold room, watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope. But my secret is hidden within… — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating… — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
“Beware: this is a place of tears. Questo è luogo di lagrime! Badate!” — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
I'm working, but there is so much still to be done! And it frightens me to think of my weight of years. But on… — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
The work comes into the world at an undetermined hour, from a still unknown, but it comes inevitably. — Giacomo Puccini Copy Share Image
