When a piece gets difficult, make faces.
I practice in my head.
Sunshine can burn you, food can poison you, words can condemn you, pictures can insult you; music cannot punish - only bless.
The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes - ah, that is where the art resides.
I am attracted only to music which I consider to be better than it can be performed.
I know two kinds of audiences only--one coughing, and one not coughing.