Extreme complication is contrary to art.

I am more and more convinced that music is not, in essence, a thing which can be cast into a traditional and fixed form. It is made up of colors and rhythms.

People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?

There is nothing more musical than a sunset.

Music is the space between the notes.

Life is the space between our things.

The century of aeroplanes deserves its own music. As there are no precedents, I must create anew.