For Me, Bach Is Like

Yes, It Is True. I Am A Miracle. I Am A Miracle Like A Tree Is A Miracle, Like A Flower Is A Miracle. Now, If I Am A Miracle, Can I Do A Bad Thing? I Can't, Because I Am A Miracle, I Am A Miracle. . . .

Let Us Not Forget That The Greatest Composers Were Also The Greatest Thieves. They Stole From Everyone And Everywhere.

I Don't Have Hobbies. I Have Passions.

For The Past Eighty Years I Have Started Each Day In The Same Manner. It Is Not A Mechanical Routine, But Something Essential To My Daily Life. I Go To The Piano, And Play Two Preludes And Fugues Of Bach. I Cannot Think Of Doing Otherwise. It Is A Sort Of Benediction On The House. But That Is Not Its Only Meaning For Me. It Is A Rediscovery Of The World Of Which I Have The Joy Of Being A Part. It Fills Me With Awareness Of The Wonder Of Life, With A Feeling Of The Incredible Marvel Of Being A Human Being.

When You Play Bach Like Chopin, And Chopin Like Bach, Something Good Happens.