We only hear what we listen for.

It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.

When you start working, everybody is in your studio- the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas- all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.

As far as consistency of thought goes, I prefer inconsistency.

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.

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

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