Robert Fripp

In strange and uncertain times such as those we are living in, sometimes a reasonable person might despair. But hope is unreasonable and love is greater even than this. May we trust the inexpressible benevolence of the creative impulse.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

A mistake is always forgivable, rarely excusable and always unacceptable.

I'm not really interested in music. Music is just a means of creating a magical state.

If an apprentice does not hear what a master hears, is then that quality not present in the music? Yes and no. In the world in which the apprentice lives no.

If a professional musician in a symphony orchestra is playing Beethoven. But this particular orchestra have played this particular chestnut so many times, they can play it in their sleep. Does the genius remain present in the music or not?

There are no mistakes, save one: the failure to learn from a mistake.

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.