I don't sleep very much. I really like to work, though. I feel like a kid in a candy store.
There is no easy or difficult; only familiar and unfamiliar.
Nothing in music is hard, just unfamiliar.
Just before I play, I like to feel that no-one has ever played the piano before, that I'm in complete virgin territory, and that every note I play is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
Music can shoot through the musician like lightening through the sky if that music is unobstructed by thoughts.
We are all part of a universal game. Returning to our essence while living in the world is the object of the game. The earth is the game board, and we are the pieces on the board. We move around and around until we remember who we really are, and then we can be taken off the board. At that point, we are no longer the game-piece, but the player; we've won the game.
Ultimately, musicians of the world must come to realize the potential of their calling. . . If the musician is illuminated from within, he becomes a lamp that lights other lamps.
Every few years something new breaks into the circle of my thoughts.
During the 1930s, some of the leading intellectuals in America condemned our economic system and pointed to the centrally planned Soviet economy as a model -- all this at a time when literally millions of people were starving to death in the Soviet Union, from a famine in a country with some of the richest farmland in Europe and historically a large exporter of food.
The Bible, from Genesis to Revelation, is God's "I Will" to every seeker for full salvation of spirit, soul and body.
During a panic attack, I remember that today is just today and that is all that it is. I take a deep breath in and I realize that in this moment I am fine and everything is okay. More importantly, I am reminded that my A. P. C. jeans are so perfectly worn in that they are appropriate for any season and I am suddenly at ease.