There's no such thing as silence. Something is always happening that makes a sound.

Nothing more than nothing can be said.

With just one musician, you can really do an unlimited number of things on the inside of the piano, if you have at your disposal an exploded keyboard.

The purpose of music is to sober and quiet the mind, thus making it susceptible to divine influences.

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?

A finished work is exactly that, requires resurrection.

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.