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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.

One Day When I Was Studying With Schoenberg, He Pointed Out The Eraser On His Pencil And Said, 'this End Is More Important Than The Other.' After Twenty Years I Learned To Write Directly In Ink.

Discord Occasions A Momentary Distress To The Ear, Which Remains Unsatisfied, And Even Uneasy, Until It Hears Something Better. I Am Convinced...that Provided The Ear Be At Length Made Amends, There Are Few Dissonances Too Strong For It. Disharmony, To Paraphrase Bergson's Statement About Disorder, Is Simply A Harmony To Which Many Are Unaccustomed.

Nothing More Than Nothing Can Be Said.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.