My Face Is My Passport.

Perfection Itself Is Imperfection.

The Piano Is An Orchestra With 88...... Things, You Know

If You Want Me To Play Only The Notes Without Any Specific Dynamics, I Will Never Make One Mistake.

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.

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