When I was young, I kissed my first woman, and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I have never had time for tobacco since.

Can't you read? The score demands "con amore," and what are you doing? You are playing it like married men!

God tells me how the music should sound, but "you," stand in the way.

If you want to please the critics, don't play too loud, too soft, too fast, too slow.

After I die, I shall return to earth as a gatekeeper of a bordello and I won't let any of you - not a one of you - enter!