As Mcluhan Says, Everything Happens At Once.

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

My Favorite Piece [piece Of Music] Is The One We Hear All The Time If We Are Quiet.

Ideas Are One Thing And What Happens Is Another.

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.