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

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.

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.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki were atomized at a time when the Japanese were suing desperately for peace.

Maybe there is no one way to deal with grief, but knowing that we're not totally alone is the best we can do.

Truth to tell, the longer I live, the more I'm tempted to think that the only moderately worthwhile people in the world are you and I.

Never has the theatrical profession been more overcrowded than at the present moment.

A bird in a cage is not half a bird.

All of spiritual practice is a matter of relationship: to ourselves, to others, to life's situations.

I do want to make it very convincing. And the best way to do that is to put most of it in dialogue.

We are at our finest when we take care of each other.

it is always difficult to impress the ignorant.

Kill that Garde as hard as you can!