What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.

It's one of nature's way that we often feel closer to distant generations than to the generation immediately preceding us.

What gives the artist real prestige is his imitators.

Conformism is so hot on the heels of the mass-produced avant-garde that the 'ins' and the 'outs' change places with the speed of mach 3.

We cannot describe sound, but we cannot forget it either.

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

The profound meaning of music's essential aim... is to produce a communion, a union of man with his fellow man with the Supreme Being