I see the player piano as the grandfather of the computer, the ancestor of the entire nightmare we live in, the birth of the binary world where there is no option other than yes or no and where there is no refuge.
The piano is a monster that screams when you touch its teeth.
Without a piano I don't know how to stand, don't know what to do with my hands.
It's like a whole orchestra, the piano for me.
People sort of know me for that solo piano music I did.
I always make sure that the lid over the keyboard is open before I start to play.
As a young child, I thought that all pianists played everything. I mean, I thought anything on piano - any piano music, all pianists played it.
The piano is the social instrument par excellence... drawing-room furniture, a sign of bourgeois prosperity, the most massive of the devices by which the young are tortured in the name of education and the grown-up in the name of entertainment.
No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.
The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air.
Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.