Everyone Goes To The Forest; Some Go

My Face Is My Passport.

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

My Future Is In My Past And My Past Is My Present. I Must Now Make The Present My Future.

There Are Three Kinds Of Pianists: Jewish Pianists, Homosexual Pianists, And Bad Pianists.

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