A man without patience is a lamp without oil.

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

When I started to play with my fingernails, it was not just for volume. The most important thing was giving the guitar different colors in its voices.

A man without patience is a lamp without oil.

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.

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

I've had only three wives and three guitars in my life, though I've flirted with others.