My Face Is My Passport.

Your Mind Must Control, But You Must Have Heart . . . . Give Your Feeling Free.

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.

There Are Three Kinds Of Pianists: Jewish Pianists, Homosexual Pianists, And Bad Pianists.

I Have No Style, Because I Change Each Time . . . Each Day I Play Differently. Today I Play Differently Than Yesterday.

My Future Is In My Past And My Past Is My Present. I Must Now Make The Present My Future.