The World Is Teeming; Anything Can Happen.

An Artist Conscientiously Moves In A Direction Which For Some Good Reason He Takes, Putting One Work In Front Of The Other With The Hope He'll Arrive Before Death Overtakes Him.

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

Wherever We Are, What We Hear Is Mostly Noise. When We Ignore It, It Disturbs Us. When We Listen To It, We Find It Fascinating.

My Favourite Music Is The Music I Haven't Yet Heard. I Don't Hear The Music I Write: I Write In Order To Hear The Music I Haven't Yet Heard.

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.