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

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

Perfection itself is imperfection.

Played percussively, the piano is a bore. If I go to a concert and someone plays like that I have two choices: go home or go to sleep. The goal is to make the piano sing, sing, sing.

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

Your mind must control, but you must have heart . . . . Give your feeling free.

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