The World, The Real Is Not An

We Only Hear What We Listen For.

To Accept Whatever Comes, Regardless Of The Consequences, Is To Be Unafraid.

When I Hear What We Call Music, It Seems To Me That Someone Is Talking. And Talking About His Feelings, Or About His Ideas Of Relationships. But When I Hear Traffic, The Sound Of Traffic - Here On Sixth Avenue, For Instance - I Don’t Have The Feeling That Anyone Is Talking. I Have The Feeling That Sound Is Acting. And I Love The Activity Of Sound... I Don’t Need Sound To Talk To Me.

We Carry Our Homes Within Us Which Enables Us To Fly.

Beware Of Losing What Isn't In Your Head.