A Man Without Patience Is

The Piano Is A Monster That Screams When You Touch Its Teeth.

I've Had Only Three Wives And Three Guitars In My Life, Though I've Flirted With Others.

When I Began, The Guitar Was En-closed In A Vicious Circle. There Were No Composers Writing For The Guitar, Be-cause There Were No Virtuoso Guitarists.

I Belong To The Scarce Minority Of Artists Who Work In Good Faith, Around Whom The Phenomenal World Vanishes, As It Happens To The Mystics When They Give Themselves To Prayer.

A Man Without Patience Is A Lamp Without Oil.