If You Want Me To Play Only

I Have No Style, Because I Change Each Time . . . Each Day I Play Differently. Today I Play Differently Than Yesterday.

Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

Your Mind Must Control, But You Must Have Heart . . . . Give Your Feeling Free.

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.

Piano Playing Consists Of Common Sense, Heart And Technical Resources. All Three Should Be Equally Developed. Without Common Sense You Are A Fiasco, Without Technique An Amateur, Without Heart A Machine. The Profession Does Have Its Hazards.