Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.

In music the present is extended.

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

Art's the biggest vanity: the assumption that one's view of peace or fright or beauty is permanently communicable.

The hardest of all the arts to speak of is music, because music has no meaning to speak of

composition is notation of distortion of what composers think they've heard before. Masterpieces are marvelous misquotations.

Anyone can be gay - it's no accomplishment - but only I can be me.