Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

As far as consistency of thought goes, I prefer inconsistency.

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

I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

In an utter emptiness anything can take place.

My favorite piece [piece of music] is the one we hear all the time if we are quiet.

Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.