The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.

The Indians long ago knew that music was going on permanently and that hearing it was like looking out a window at a landscape which didn't stop when one turned away.

Everything I see is something I haven't memorized.

Whether I make them or not, there are always sounds to be heard and all of them are excellent.

I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.

Let no one imagine that in owning a recording he has the music. The very practice of music is a celebration that we own nothing.

Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.