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

Let no one imagine that in owning a recording he has the music. The very practice of music is a celebration that we own nothing.

If there are questions then, of course, there are answers, but the final answer makes the questions seem absurd.

I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I'm doing.

Paper should be edible, nutritious. Inks used for printing or writing should have delicious flavors. Magazines or newspapers read at breakfast should be eaten for lunch. Instead of throwing one's mail in the waste-basket, it should be saved for the dinner guests.

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

Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.