[T]he piano is the social instrument par excellence. It is 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.
I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.
Sometimes I can only groan, and suffer, and pour out my despair at the piano!
As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.”
I was a strange, loud little kid who could sit at the piano and kill a Beethoven piece.
The object of the piano is to substitute one performer for a whole orchestra.
Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmonySide by side on my piano keyboard, oh lord why don't we?
The piano ain't got no wrong notes.
When you play, never mind who listens to you.
Play always as if in the presence of a master.
The piano has been drinking, not me.