It's ridiculous that time and time again we need a radioactive cloud coming out of a nuclear power-station to remind us that atomic energy is extraordinarily dangerous.

Sound is the vocabulary of nature.

The only hope is that our civilization will collapse at a certain point, as always happens in history. Then, out of barbarity, a renaissance.

Has it struck you that the music which is regarded as the most sublime in western civilization, which is the music of Bach, is called baroque?

Something new has been added, a new art of sound. Am I wrong in calling it music?

Sound is the vocabulary of nature... noises are as well articulated as the words in a dictionary... Opposing the world of sound is the world of music.

People who try to create a musical revolution do not have a chance, but those who turn their back to music can sometimes find it.

Barbarians always think of themselves as the bringers of civilization.

People who share the same language, French or Chinese or whatever, have the same vocal cords and emit sounds which are basically the same, as they come from the same throats and lungs.

The moment at which music reveals its true nature is contained in the ancient exercise of the theme with variations. The complete mystery of music is explained right there.

Noises have generally been thought of as indistinct, but this is not true.

All that is considered truth and undoubted will sooner or later get into the sub consciousness

The true value of a gift is the sentiment behind the gifting.

To sink a six-foot putt with thirty million people looking over your shoulder convince yourself that if you miss it you will be embarrassed and poor.

I live on the beautiful Northern California coast. I have always loved hiking, whale watching and being outdoors.

I'm not a matchmaker. I'm a horrible matchmaker. I always try. I'm not very good.

So many things that seemed crucial and excruciatingly hard ended and then didn't matter anymore, forever after

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

I took individual photographs of Annie Liebovitz, I kept taking her picture.

Hey man, can you talk to dolphins and pilot whales with that huge forehead of yours?

Passion and strife bow down the mind