My work is a matter of fundamental sounds (no joke intended) made as fully as possible, and I accept responsibility for nothing else. If people want to have headaches among the overtones, let them. And provide their own aspirin.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.