My Father's Eyes' is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father's eyes was when I looked into my son's eyes.

If you cry when you're in love, it sure ain't no disgrace.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all the emotions of fear and confusion relating to my family.

The emotions in a song - the anger, aggression - have got to be legitimate.

Piano playing is a dying art. I love the fact that I can be one guy with one instrument evoking an emotional and musical experience.

The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.