Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.

A long time ago I decided that my universe will be the soul and heart of man.

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

The earth is suffocating... Swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.

Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning.