It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.

Now that we have everything we need, we discover that there is almost nothing that we have that we want

College: two hundred people reading the same book. An obvious mistake. Two hundred people can read two hundred books.

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

Some people take music too seriously, and some don't take it seriously enough, others take it just right.

It was at Harvard not quite forty years ago that I went into an anechoic [totally silent] chamber not expecting in that silent room to hear two sounds: one high, my nervous system in operation, one low, my blood in circulation. The reason I did not expect to hear those two sounds was that they were set into vibration without any intention on my part. That experience gave my life direction, the exploration of nonintention. No one else was doing that. I would do it for us. I did not know immediately what I was doing, nor, after all these years, have I found out much. I compose music.

We only hear what we listen for.