My prayer to the Lord every day, is this-I have been a great sinner. I do not deserve Heaven. Let me stay here.

It is impossible to feign mastery of an instrument, however skillful the impostor may be.

Lean your body forward slightly to support the guitar against your chest, for the poetry of the music should resound in your heart.

I belong to the scarce minority of artists who work in good faith, around whom the phenomenal world vanishes, as it happens to the mystics when they give themselves to prayer.

The piano is a monster that screams when you touch its teeth.

The guitar is the most unpredictable and least reliable musical instrument in existence...and also the sweetest, the warmest, the most delicate, whose melancholic voice awakes in our soul exquisite reveries.

Sometimes one is without the pleasure of playing. But when the silence of the audience is perfect, we recover that.