Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
Nothing can be so amusingly arrogant as a young man who has just discovered an old idea and thinks it is his own.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Music is essentially useless, as life is.
Health consists of having the same diseases as one's neighbors.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.