The Piano Is A Monster That Screams

I Belong To The Scarce Minority Of Artists Who Work In Good Faith, Around Whom The Phenomenal World Vanishes, As It Happens To The Mystics When They Give Themselves To Prayer.

It Is Always About Discovering What, Hidden, Does Not Lie On The Paper.

I Was My Own Teacher And Pupil, In A Comradeship So Firm And Persevering That The Most Trying Incidents Of My Life Served Only To Strengthen The Union.

I've Had Only Three Wives And Three Guitars In My Life, Though I've Flirted With Others.

The Piano Is A Monster That Screams When You Touch Its Teeth.