A Finished Work Is Exactly

I Certainly Had No Feeling For Harmony, And Schoenberg Thought That That Would Make It Impossible For Me To Write Music. He Said, 'you'll Come To A Wall You Won't Be Able To Get Through.' So I Said, 'i'll Beat My Head Against That Wall.'

Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.

I Was Shocked At College To See One Hundred Of My Classmates In The Library All Reading Copies Of The Same Book. Instead Of Doing As They Did, I Went Into The Stacks And Read The First Book Written By An Author Whose Name Began With Z. I Received The Highest Grade In The Class. That Convinced Me That The Institution Was Not Being Run Correctly. I Left.

The Indians Long Ago Knew That Music Was Going On Permanently And That Hearing It Was Like Looking Out A Window At A Landscape Which Didn't Stop When One Turned Away.

When You Start Working, Everybody Is In Your Studio- The Past, Your Friends, Enemies, The Art World, And Above All, Your Own Ideas- All Are There. But As You Continue Painting, They Start Leaving, One By One, And You Are Left Completely Alone. Then, If You Are Lucky, Even You Leave.