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

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.

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.

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

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.

It is funny, I don't feel old enough to give advice... But with the advisers you trust, you better listen to them. It may be bad news but that's the only way you're going to improve.

I am Chelsea Manning. I am a female. Given the way that I feel, and have felt since childhood, I want to begin hormone therapy as soon as possible.

Treat each person as you would an old friend.

It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.

I believe Lee Harvey Oswald did not kill John Kennedy. I believe that.

I've always thought that bartenders and hairstylists would be great interrogators because all day long they have to listen to people talk. They could probably make some fugitive spill the beans.

If people don't occasionally walk away from you shaking their heads, you're doing something wrong.

Human trafficking is an open wound on the body of contemporary society, a scourge upon the body of Christ. It is a crime against humanity.

Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams. I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.