I Do Not Think A Day Passes

The Most Perfect Technique Is That Which Is Not Noticed At All.

I Was At Mount Tamalpais Near San Francisco Hiking When A Boulder Came Hurling Down The Mountainside And Smashed My Left Hand. When I Looked At My Mangled Bloody Fingers, I Had A Strange Reaction. 'thank God I Will Never Have To Play Again,' I Said. The Fact Is That Dedication To One's Art Does Involve A Sort Of Enslavement.

Of Course, I Continue To Play And To Practice. I Think I Would Do So If I Lived For Another Hundred Years.

Each Second We Live Is A New And Unique Moment Of The Universe; A Moment That Never Was Before And Never Will Be Again.

Music Must Serve A Purpose; It Must Be A Part Of Something Larger Than Itself, A Part Of Humanity.