My Face Is My Passport.

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

False Notes [on The Piano] Are Human. Why Does Everything Have To Be Perfect? You Know, Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

The Piano Is An Orchestra With 88...... Things, You Know

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.

Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.