My life as a professional musician is a joyless exercise in futility.

That certain feeling happened to me in a big way quite often with the first King Crimson. Amazing things would happen-I mean, telepathy, qualities of energy, things that I had never experienced before with music. You can't tell whether the music is playing the musician or the musician is playing the music.

What is necessary is possible, what we want is expensive. What is unnecessary is unlikely.

If an apprentice does not hear what a master hears, is then that quality not present in the music? Yes and no. In the world in which the apprentice lives no.

And if you are playing in several meters at once, there has to be a - not a rigid - but there definitely has to be a reference to a common pulse in the band.

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.

The quality of artistry is the capacity to assume innocence at will, the quality of experiencing innocence as if for the first time.