I remember loving sound before I ever took a music lesson. And so we make our lives by what we love.

The white paintings came first; my silent piece came later.

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

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

Our intention is to affirm this life, not to bring order out of chaos, nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply to wake up to the very life we're living, which is so excellent once one gets one's mind and desires out of its way and lets it act of it's own accord.

The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.

A finished work is exactly that, requires resurrection.