Understanding is simple. Knowing is complicated.

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.

When music appears which only King Crimson can play, then, sooner or later, King Crimson appears to play the music.

Discipline is never an end in itself, only a means to an end.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

I recommend my students not to be professional unless they really have to be. I tell them, 'If you love music, sell Hoovers or be a plumber. Do something useful with your life.'

There are no mistakes, save one: the failure to learn from a mistake.