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.

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

False notes [on the piano] are human. Why does everything have to be perfect? You know, perfection itself is imperfection.

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

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

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

The piano is an orchestra with 88...... things, you know

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

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

My face is my passport.

Never see yourself as a disappointment or failure just because you were fired

Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.

The essence of greatness is service to others.

Question who is the doer. Is it the mind or the Self?

The way people come into your life when you need them, it's wonderful and it happens in so many ways. It's like having an angel. Somebody comes along and helps you get right.

The snapshots had become almost as dim as memories.

Perhaps it's a good time to reconsider pleasure at its roots. Changing out of wet shoes and socks, for instance.

I never go to these showbiz parties. I avoid them with a 10-inch pole.

The chair as ideas fits only the bottom as idea.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.