Well, harpsichord is kind of a big guitar, isn't it? I mean, it is plucked, after all.

I played piano. I've always liked piano. My father played piano. Actually, to be fair, the sound of the harpsichord did annoy him a bit, and I thought, how can I annoy Dad? I'll play the harpsichord.

And it totally has transformed my relationship with someone like, say, Bach. You know, Bach is born 330 years ago but, you know, gosh, he really is alive.

Well, within a phrase. And with a series of phrases, you can certainly create the effect of diminuendo and crescendo, no question.

The harpsichord was actually ideologically considered a very questionable instrument in that period, much like I think it's ideologically considered suspect today in some circles.

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

I fail to remember, the mind has fuses.

God is incorporeal divine supreme infinite Mind Spirit Soul Principle life Truth Love.

Truth is powerful and it prevails.

We weed out the darnel from the corn and the unfit in war, but do not excuse evil men from the service of the state.

I wanted to get from 4th street to 8th... Then I remembered Einstein postulating that parallel lines eventually meet. They're dredging my car from Lake Michigan as we speak.

My parents made us dream that we could be anyone that we wanted to.

I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.

Weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.

You learn to read the audiences after a while, and there are all different kinds of gigs.