Music is given to us specifically to make order of things, to move from an anarchic, individualistic state to a regulated, perfectly concious one, which alone insures vitality and durability.

Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.

Music must be listened to; it is not enough to hear it. A duck hears also.

I haven't understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.

Silence will save me from being wrong (and foolish), but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right.

I wonder if memory is true, and I know that it cannot be, but that one lives by memory nevertheless and not by truth.

It is the transcendent (or 'abstract' or 'self-contained') nature of music that the new so called concretism--Pop Art, eighteen-hour slices-of-reality films, musique concrete--opposes. But instead of bringing art and reality closer together, the new movement merely thins out the distinction.