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.

Composing for the prepared piano is not a criticism of the instrument. I'm only being practical.

Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

One day when I was studying with Schoenberg, he pointed out the eraser on his pencil and said, 'This end is more important than the other.' After twenty years I learned to write directly in ink.

In an utter emptiness anything can take place.

Nothing more than nothing can be said.

To accept whatever comes, regardless of the consequences, is to be unafraid.