Giacomo Puccini

The melody must sing itself.

In Tosca, I painted jealousy with sound.

Humor in opera? It's the spice that makes it palatable.

My music is my confession.

Success is a fickle mistress.

The orchestra is the voice of the unseen.

I laugh at those who call me a sentimentalist.

La Rondine flies on wings of light melody.

Aging is no excuse to stop creating.

Politics? I'd rather compose a funeral march.

The heart of music is rhythm and feeling.

Turandot will be my masterpiece, if I live.

Women inspire my best arias.

Critics are like mosquitoes; annoying but harmless.

Manon Lescaut is passion unchained.

Life's tragedies make the sweetest music.

I am not a philosopher, but a dreamer.

The stage is my canvas, voices my colors.

Il Tabarro hides secrets in its folds.

Fame is fleeting, but music endures.