We do not hear what we hear..., only what we remember.

Compositionally I always wanted to be like Fred Astaire.

The composer makes plans, music laughs.

I was once married to a woman who could eat anything and tell you what was in it: the most complicated recipes. Her memory of taste - now that's what I call memory!

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

Boulez, who is everything I don't want art to be... Boulez, who once said in an essay that he is not interested in how a piece sounds, only how it is made.

I want to give my compliments to Australia. Ever since your government paid a few million dollars for a Jackson Pollack painting, I figure that it must be a marvellous country