Even when I'm sick and depressed, I love life.

When I sit in Paris in a cafe, surrounded by people, I don't sit casually - I go over a certain sonata in my head and discover new things all the time.

Sometimes I think, not so much am I a pianist, but a vampire. All my life I have lived off the blood of Chopin.

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

To be alive, to able to see, to walk...it's all a miracle. I have adapted the technique of living life from miracle to miracle.

When I play, I make love – it is the same thing.

I'm passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings - it's all a miracle.