If Someone Says Can't, That Shows You

I Have Nothing To Say, And I Am Saying It.

As Far As Consistency Of Thought Goes, I Prefer Inconsistency.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

There Are Some Good People In It, But The Orchestra As A Whole Is Equivalent To A Gang Bent On Destruction.

I Like Being Moved. I Don't Like Being Pushed.