If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.

Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.

I am right. I`m always right. One time I thought I was wrong, I found out I was right.

Normally, things are viewed in these little segmented boxes. There's classical, and then there's jazz; romantic, and then there's baroque. I find that very dissatisfying. I was trying to find the thread that connects one type of music - one type of musician - to another, and to follow that thread in some kind of natural, evolutionary way.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire.

I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.

I'm coming on home to you instead cause they're all too ugly tonight.