Music Is A Means Of

The First Question I Ask Myself When Something Doesn't Seem To Be Beautiful Is Why Do I Think It's Not Beautiful. And Very Shortly You Discover That There Is No Reason.

All Great Art Is A Form Of Complaint

Now That We Have Everything We Need, We Discover That There Is Almost Nothing That We Have That We Want

Beware Of Losing What Isn't In Your Head.

Music Is A Means Of Rapid Transportation.