I do not think a day passes in my life in which I fail to look with fresh amazement at the miracle of nature.
The art of interpretation is not to play what is written.
The only weapons I ever had were my cello and my baton.
The situation is hopeless, we must take the next step.
Say things to the world that are true.
When we play an unaccompanied Bach suite we may compare ourselves to an actor in Shakespeare's day, creating scenery which did not exist at all, through the power of declamation and suggestion. So in Bach. There is but one voice -- and many voices have to be suggested.