The material of music is sound and silence. Integrating these is composing.
The world is teeming; anything can happen.
It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.
There's no such thing as silence. Something is always happening that makes a sound.
Get yourself out of whatever cage you find yourself in.
Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living.