Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.

Fail, fail again, fail better.

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.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

I gave up before birth.

Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.