Why is it that whenever I hear a piece of music I don't like, it's always by Villa Lobos?

I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific'.

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.

The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one's self. And the arbitrariness of the constraint serves only to obtain precision of execution.

Composition is frozen improvisation.

My childhood was a period of waiting for the moment when I could send everyone and everything connected with it to hell.

Invention presupposes imagination but should not be confused with it.