Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.

All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn.

Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.

youth is a marvelous garment

Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.

We re all muddlers. The thing is to see is when one's got to stop muddling.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.