In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

There Is Poetry As Soon As We Realize That We Possess Nothing.

I Certainly Had No Feeling For Harmony, And Schoenberg Thought That That Would Make It Impossible For Me To Write Music. He Said, 'you'll Come To A Wall You Won't Be Able To Get Through.' So I Said, 'i'll Beat My Head Against That Wall.'

We Are Living In A Period In Which Many People Have Changed Their Mind About What The Use Of Music Is Or Could Be For Them. Something That Doesn't Speak Or Talk Like A Human Being, That Doesn't Know Its Definition In The Dictionary Or Its Theory In The Schools, That Expresses Itself Simply By The Fact Of Its Vibrations. People Paying Attention To Vibratory Activity, Not In Reaction To A Fixed Ideal Performance, But Each Time Attentively To How It Happens To Be This Time, Not Necessarily Two Times The Same. A Music That Transports The Listener To The Moment Where He Is.

No One Can Have An Idea Once He Starts Really Listening.