Each moment presents what happens.

The world is teeming; anything can happen.

In an utter emptiness anything can take place.

The material of music is sound and silence. Integrating these is composing.

I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

I was shocked at college to see one hundred of my classmates in the library all reading copies of the same book. Instead of doing as they did, I went into the stacks and read the first book written by an author whose name began with Z. I received the highest grade in the class. That convinced me that the institution was not being run correctly. I left.

When you make music you are acting as a philosopher. You can either do that consciously or you can do it unconsciously, but you're doing it.