Until I Die There Will Be Sounds.

My Work Became An Exploration Of Non-intention.

I Want To Change My Way Of Seeing, Not My Way Of Feeling. I Was Perfectly Happy About My Feelings.

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.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.