It doesn't need to be imagined, it needs to be written down.

I don't know what I'm doing and it's the not knowing that makes it interesting.

You practice and you get better. It's very simple.

A new language requires a new technique. If what you're saying doesn't require a new language, then what you're saying probably isn't new.

You get up early in the morning and you work all day. That’s the only secret.

The work I've done is the work I know, and the work I do is the work I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing.

What I've noticed is that people who love what they do, regardless of what that might be, tend to live longer.

What you hear depends on how you focus your ear. We're not talking about inventing a new language, but rather inventing new perceptions of existing languages.

I travel the world, and I'm happy to say that America is still the great melting pot - maybe a chunky stew rather than a melting pot at this point, but you know what I mean.

I've been called a minimalist composer for more than 30 years, and while I've never really agreed with the description, I've gotten used to it.

What came to me as a revelation was the use of rhythm in developing an overall structure in music.

Moving is not about forgetting. It's about moving forward and never looking back.

Show a man too many camels' bones, or show them to him too often, and he will not be able to recognize a camel when he comes across a live one.

You should not quarrel with your neighbour, for he will remain where he is, but your high handedness will become the talk of the people.

I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.

I have complete faith in the American people's ability if they know and if they have leadership.

Hence it happened that all the armed prophets conquered, all the unarmed perished. [It., Di qui nacque che tutti li profeti armati vincero, e li disarmati rovinarono.]

Dogs display reluctance and wrath If you try to give them a bath. They bury bones in hideaways And half the time they trot sideaways.

Should I act violently in defense of my religion, absolutely.

There is a community of the spirit . . . Open your hands if you want to be held . . . Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking . . . Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.

No one has been buried at Mill Road Cemetery in Cambridge, England, for many years, and so the place has a shady, overgrown magic about it.