God tells me how the music should sound, but you stand in the way.

If you want to please the critics, don't play too loud, too soft, too fast, too slow.

Can't you read? The score demands 'con amore,' and what are you doing? You are playing it like married men!

I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since.

After conducting a concert in a small town, I once received the following note from a farmer who had attended the performance: "Dear Sir, I wish to inform you that the man who played the long thing you pull in and out only did so during the brief periods you were looking at him."

I hate you all because you destroy my dreams!

God tells me how the music should sound, but you stand in the way.