The Only Weapons I Ever Had Were

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.

The Art Of Interpretation Is Not To Play What Is Written.

Parents Shouldn't Lie To Their Children-not Even When They Think It's For Their Own Good. Even A Little Lie Is Dangerous.

I Feel The Capacity To Care Is The Thing Which Gives Life Its Deepest Significance.

Don’t Be Vain Because You Happen To Have Talent. You Are Not Responsible For That; It Was Not Of Your Doing. What You Do With Your Talent Is What Matters.