In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

All Great Art Is A Form Of Complaint

My Work Became An Exploration Of Non-intention.

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.

The Indians Long Ago Knew That Music Was Going On Permanently And That Hearing It Was Like Looking Out A Window At A Landscape Which Didn't Stop When One Turned Away.

Now That We Have Everything We Need, We Discover That There Is Almost Nothing That We Have That We Want