He was the incomparable painter of mystery, silence, and the infinite, of the passing cloud, and the sunlit shimmer of the waves-subleties which none before him had been capable of suggesting.

Peter Townsend Music is the silence between the notes.. So could it be said that dance is the stillness between the steps?

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?

Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.

If I am not making music, I have no reason for existing.

Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.