James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

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.

All I say cancels out, I’ll have said nothing.

For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.