One has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.

I never understood the need for a "live" audience. My music, because of its extreme quietude, would be happiest with a dead one.

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

To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.

Look for the music on all things, and life will be a symphony of joy. My music is best understood by children and animals.

I am an inventor of music.

I have learned throughout my life as a composer chiefly through my mistakes and pursuits of false assumptions, not by my exposure to founts of wisdom and knowledge.