It's Useless To Play Lullabies For Those

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

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.

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 World Is Teeming; Anything Can Happen.

When You Make Music You Are Acting As A Philosopher. You Can Either Do That Consciously Or You Can Do It Unconsciously, But You're Doing It.