What was great about the 50s is that for one brief moment - maybe, say, six weeks - nobody understood art.

Music is essentially built upon primitive memory structures.

For years I said if I could only find a comfortable chair I would rival Mozart.

The composer makes plans, music laughs.

Most music is metaphor, but Wolff is not. I am not metaphor either. Parable, maybe. Cage is sermon.

After all, Jews invented psychiatry to help other Jews become Gentiles.

Do we have anything in music that really wipes everything out? That just cleans everything away?