If one uses music that one does not really love, then one will not succeed in making it one's own.

It is obvious that anything a scientist discovers or invents is based on previous discoveries and inventions. The same applies to the arts.

Why do we pigeonhole and label an artist? It is a sure way of missing the important, the contradictory, the things that make him or her unique.

Most people think an artist tries to be original, but originality is the last thing that develops in the artist.

It is the element I miss in electronic music - no performance, no loving immersion. Maybe that is why I was never particularly drawn to electronic music.

Great music does not just make me feel good. It means something. It makes us understand. It makes us happy.

Since age seven, I've been composing and have never stopped composing, yet, the creative process is as elusive to me as it has ever been.

I strongly suggest that we play down basics like who influenced whom, and instead study the way the influence is transformed, in other words: how the artist made it his own.

There is another interesting paradox here: by immersing ourselves in what we love, we find ourselves. We do not lose ourselves. One does not lose one's identity by falling in love.

Any creator owes a debt to past creation.

The fact that Stravinsky used the classics as a major influence is obvious. What is interesting is how he used them, how he turned Bach into Stravinsky.

When” answers the question on time which is the currency of time

Never be challenged by the number of people you have but by the impact the number of people can make.

No system that implies control of society by privilege seekers has ever ended any other way but collapse

The Russians don't make determinations about what our defense posture is.

Delia picked at the raw sores of her conscience...Drunk or sober, Delia lived in the small town in her heart, ignoring the world in which all her love had turned to grief.

the majority of critical, and plenty of uncritical, readers find quotations a bore.

The true work of a critic is not to make his hearer believe him, but agree with him.

I just felt the power and the meanness of the man I was messing with.

Strike an enemy once and for all. Let him cease to exist as a tribe or he will live to fly in your throat again.

I have a fear of heights that borders on mania.