Ideas Are One Thing And What Happens

It Is Not Futile To Do What We Do. We Wake Up With Energy And We Do Something. And We Make, Of Course, Failures And We Make Mistakes, But We Sometimes Get Glimpses Of What We Might Do Next.

Not One Sound Fears The Silence That Extinguishes It. And No Silence Exists That Is Not Pregnant With Sound.

The First Question I Ask Myself When Something Doesn't Seem To Be Beautiful Is Why Do I Think It's Not Beautiful. And Very Shortly You Discover That There Is No Reason.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

When I Hear What We Call Music, It Seems To Me That Someone Is Talking. And Talking About His Feelings, Or About His Ideas Of Relationships. But When I Hear Traffic, The Sound Of Traffic - Here On Sixth Avenue, For Instance - I Don’t Have The Feeling That Anyone Is Talking. I Have The Feeling That Sound Is Acting. And I Love The Activity Of Sound... I Don’t Need Sound To Talk To Me.