I dream of instruments obedient to my thought and which with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm.

There are two infinities: God and stupidity.

A work of art must make the rules: rules do not make a work of art...I tell people I am not a musician; I work with rhythms, frequencies and intensities...tunes are merely the gossips of music.

A man is culpable in the eyes of society when he escapes from the jurisdiction of its mediocrity.

Music, which should pulsate with life, needs new means of expression, and science alone can infuse it with youthful vigor.

I was not influenced by composers as much as by natural objects and physical phenomena.

Contrary to general belief, an artist is never ahead of his time but most people are far behind theirs.