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When We Separate Music From Life We Get Is Art.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?

There's No Such Thing As Silence. Something Is Always Happening That Makes A Sound.

Composing For The Prepared Piano Is Not A Criticism Of The Instrument. I'm Only Being Practical.

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.