Revolution means turning the wheel.
Silence, which will save from shame, will also deprive me of fame.
All music is nothing more than a succession of impulses that converge towards a definite point of repose.
We can neither put back the clock nor slow down our forward speed, and as we are already flying pilotless, on instrument controls, it is even too late to ask where we are going.
An artist is like a pig snouting truffles.
Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.