My Future Is In My Past And

Everyone Goes To The Forest; Some Go For A Walk To Be Inspired, And Others Go To Cut Down The Trees.

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

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.

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

I Must Tell You I Take Terrible Risks. Because My Playing Is Very Clear, When I Make A Mistake You Hear It. If You Want Me To Play Only The Notes Without Any Specific Dynamics, I Will Never Make One Mistake. Never Be Afraid To Dare.