It Is Not Irritating To Be Where

Nothing More Than Nothing Can Be Said.

The Material Of Music Is Sound And Silence. Integrating These Is Composing.

We Are Simple-minded Enough To Think That If We Were Saying Something We Would Use Words. We Are Rather Doing Something. The Meaning Of What We Do Is Determined By Each One Who Sees And Hears It.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?

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.