Perfection itself is imperfection.

Everyone goes to the forest; some go for a walk to be inspired, and others go to cut down the trees.

There are three kinds of pianists: Jewish pianists, homosexual pianists, and bad pianists.

My future is in my past and my past is my present. I must now make the present my future.

Piano playing consists of common sense, heart and technical resources. All three should be equally developed. Without common sense you are a fiasco, without technique an amateur, without heart a machine. The profession does have its hazards.

I have no style, because I change each time . . . each day I play differently. Today I play differently than yesterday.

My face is my passport.