We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.
A meal without mushrooms is like a day without rain.
Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.
Composing for the prepared piano is not a criticism of the instrument. I'm only being practical.
Don't try to create and analyze at the same time. They're different processes.
So somebody has talent? So what? Dime a dozen. And we're overpopulated. Actually we have more food than we have people and more art. We've gotten to the point of burning food. When will we begin to burn our art?