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.

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

Perfection itself is imperfection.

My face is my passport.

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

I must tell you I take terrible risks. Because my playing is very clear, when I make a mistake you hear it. If you want me to play only the notes without any specific dynamics, I will never make one mistake. Never be afraid to dare.

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