The Material Of Music Is Sound And

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

There Are Some Good People In It, But The Orchestra As A Whole Is Equivalent To A Gang Bent On Destruction.

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

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.

If You Don't Have Enough Time To Accomplish Something, Consider The Work Finished Once It's Begun.