My face is my passport.

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

If you want me to play only the notes without any specific dynamics, I will never make one mistake.

Perfection itself is imperfection.

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.

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

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