Surely common sense as well as anthropological evidence documents the universal need to pray, to hope, and to lament or carouse through song.

To play the piano is to consort with nature. Every mollusk, galaxy, vapor or viper as well the sweet incense of love's distraction, is within the hands and grasp of the pianist.

Through music time is tamed, although music never forgets to remind us of time's faceless mission.

The contradictory, consuming, contested relationship between detail and whole, event an eventuality, breathes fire and wisdom in every great work of art.

To master the piano is to master the universe.

A work of art expresses itself as a balance sheet pitting the spoken against the unspoken.

The breath, prayers, and libido of the fingertip must somehow be transferred to the neutral indifference of the key.

The work of art, though bound by its genetic markings and indelible fingerprints, is boundless in the infinite elaborations of its destiny, and therefore in the range of its interpretations.

Adversity removes the friends prosperity has harvested.

Careful how you judge others

I'd love to design stuff that I'd like to wear and that other people could wear, too.

Once the toothpaste is out of the tube, it is awfully hard to get it back in.

[When asked if her husband was still living:] It's a matter of opinion.

Greatness comes from fear. Fear can either shut us down and we go home, or we fight through it.

In a minimal interior, what you don't do is as important as what you do.

A Separation Cosmology produces a Separation Psychology, a psychological viewpoint that says that I am over here and you are over there.

The last four years of psychoanalysis are a waste of money.

We never understood the concept of people going onstage and giving anything less than 100 percent. Maybe that's a blue-collar work ethic, but I call it just ethics.