I think people should consume their music any way they want. If it's more practical for them to listen to it on an iPod or something, that's fine by me.

Real randomness requires an infinite amount of information.

Computers are only capable of a certain kind of randomness because computers are finite devices.

Especially with iPhones, iPads and apps, there's just so much detachment that you're just flicking your fingers on a smooth surface to get the weather or whatever.

There's a branch of math called the foundations of math. It's kind of like quantum mechanics. It's about how this very complex theory of math can be built up from very basic parts.

If you're going to download an MP3, as a recording, it's sort of like an archive of something that has happened - that has a beginning and an end and can be released. The infiniteness escaped.

People generally like to subscribe to celebrities.

Whenever you have something looping, you essentially have something generating information with less information.

It is only when I dally with what I am about look back and aside instead of keeping my eyes straight forward that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

Through my fiction, I make mainstream readers see the new Americans as complex human beings, not as just The Other.

For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.

What's your hurry?" Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.

A lot of artists who have a certain style are expected to more or less keep doing their style. It's so easy to get into that rut of production.

Prejudice for regularity and simplicity is a source of error that has only too often infected philosophy.

I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that.

I've just opened a show in Florida, although I also have many pieces on display around the world.

And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.

Mankind are a herd of knaves and fools. It is necessary to join the crowd, or get out of their way, in order not to be trampled to death by them.