Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.

Look at everything. Don't close your eyes to the world around you. Look and become curious and interested in what there is to see.

In the nature of the use of chance operations is the belief that all answers answer all questions.

The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.

An artist conscientiously moves in a direction which for some good reason he takes, putting one work in front of the other with the hope he'll arrive before death overtakes him.

If this word "music" is sacred and reserved for eighteenth and nineteenth century instruments, we can substitute a more meaningful term: organization of sound.

People paying attention to vibratory activity, not in reaction to a fixed ideal performance, but each time attentively to how it happens to be this time, not necessarily two times the same. A music that transports the listener to the moment where he is.