It is always about discovering what, hidden, does not lie on the paper.

When I began, the guitar was en-closed in a vicious circle. There were no composers writing for the guitar, be-cause there were no virtuoso guitarists.

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

(I was) my own teacher and pupil, and thanks to the efforts of both, they were not discontented with each other.

Electric guitars are an abomination, whoever heard of an electric violin? An electric cello? Or for that matter an electric singer?

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

It is not so hard to be original, what is hard, is to be original with continuity.