I Don't Need Sound To Talk To

The Emotions - Love, Mirth, The Heroic, Wonder, Tranquility, Fear, Anger, Sorrow, Disgust - Are In The Audience.

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

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

The Responsibility Of The Artist Consists In Perfecting His Work So That It May Become Attractively Disinteresting.

Composing For The Prepared Piano Is Not A Criticism Of The Instrument. I'm Only Being Practical.