My father invented a cure for which there was no disease and unfortunately my mother caught it and died of it.

You want something by Bach? Which one, Johann Sebastian or Jacques Offen?

Well, all's fair in love, war and fooling the critics.

In my dreams of Heaven, I always see the great Masters gathered in a huge hall in which they all reside. Only Mozart has his own suite.

One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace.

(Referring to the piano's natural shape) Isn't it a shame when those big fat opera singers lean against the pianos and bend them?

Read (this book), smile, enjoy, and if you happen to learn something along the way, don't get upset.