“Exterminate all the brutes!”

I don’t like the word “experiment” in the context of art in general. It implies something immature, unfinished, something entertaining for a moment before it becomes irrelevant.

My music lives because of real players.

I wrote my first piano piece when I was in 4th grade.

Growing up in Poland, I didn’t have the experience of going to Disneyland as a child, so I don’t have any childhood memories connected to it, good or bad.

I always try not to overload my music with orchestration and to use only those instruments that are absolutely necessary.

Medicine is of all the Arts the most noble; but, owing to the ignorance of those who practice it, and of those who, inconsiderately, form a judgment of them, it is at present behind all the arts.

I know that the hard work got me here. And the day I stop working hard, this can all go away.

The most important thing of all is my parents were able to leave all four of their children better off than themselves. That story has a name, it’s called the American dream.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

We cut him off and there was nowhere for him to go but out of bounds … It’s still the greatest move I’ve ever seen in basketball, the all-time greatest.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

Morning is when I do all my best work.

Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.