If I was hearing something I couldn't do, I would figure out how to do it.

We used to drink an awful lot of alcohol.

I didn't write any music at all, and then, I remember Jon Anderson being very insistent saying that there were two kinds of musicians: the ones who wrote music and the ones who didn't.

I mean, Chris is, I'm sure, a wonderful guy. But in those days he also very, very late. For all appointments and departures and arrivals and sound checks and anything.

I don't really remember a whole lot of sex, drugs and rock n' roll, really.

Close to the Edge, Red, One of a kind, Discipline, Earthworks, The Sound of Surprise, all seem to me to be albums that captured the essence of the intention.

The piano is kind of my second instrument.

I do remember the whole thing as being very argumentative, hot blooded... a permanent state of friction between Jon and Chris, Chris and me, me and Jon.

This amateurism however, can sometimes be helpful in forging a style; you have to work around your weaknesses.

Plus I am being hounded by all the fabulous new drummers, Bill Stewart at the head of the pack.

At the end of the whole day of working with people you want some privacy.

I saw it as a challenge to play with Pat and we put hours and hours into it, usually on the bus. The trick was to find something that we both wanted to play within our different styles which would add up to being greater than the sum of its parts.

The best practice you can get is on the bandstand, but in between gigs I feel I have to stay in shape.

We were from totally different social backgrounds. This is what is very hard for an American to understand, but we could have been five guys from Mars.

But what I think my emphasis is, is on the fact that I like music a lot.

If I was hearing something I couldn't do, I would figure out how to do it.

If it's fast, no I don't have enough piano technique. In that case, it's probably been done on some kind of synthesizer or sequencer. Then the score can then be printed out and so forth.

My harmony is passable but is usually made more eloquent at the hands of Steve Hamilton.

And we'd drink huge amounts of scotch and coke, which is a ghastly sweet drink... And now people don't drink nearly as much, for good reason. We're all a little wiser.

I listen to Bill Stewart play the drums and when I have finished doing that, I listen to Bill Stewart.

So I have the classic amateur's technique; I know some very tricky bits and I have large gaping holes.

I seldom play in a trio, but acoustic music is likely to be lighter, quicker, and quieter.

Sometimes I had to room with Tony Kaye and that was awful.

I have been steadily exchanging a rock audience who were nervous about what they had just bought for a jazz audience who not only were happy with their purchase, but are increasingly coming again.

We all lived in the same house, or most of us did. And as far as I can make out we were confined to the property, because at twenty-four hours' notice we'd have to do a gig somewhere. So you couldn't leave the building for more than twelve hours in case a gig came through.

I practice at home, in between phone calls, and have much to do.

Whatever I have come to offer, I have come to offer and it may or may not be connected to anything that has happened in the past.

And I like messing around in the engine room of music. Seeing what happens in the rhythm section area.

Drummers havent managed to develop their individuality quite as well as guitarists have. We can be so focused on the nuts and bolts that we overlook the importance of individuality the broader picture if you will.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

I had given up the guitar between '75 and '78. I completely lost interest. I was sick of hearing other guitar players and I was tired of my tunes.

You're going to be hearing a lot about one scrappy president.

I was always hearing that I was pale and thin and small.

We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.

Liberals claim to want to give a hearing to other views, but then are shocked and offended to discover that there are other views.

One of my sensory problems was hearing sensitivity, where certain loud noises, such as a school bell, hurt my ears. It sounded like a dentist drill going through my ears.

Sober up, and you see and hear everything you'd been able to avoid hearing before.

I answer a fan with a hearing heart first.

Asked at the hearing why she hadn't pressed the FBI more closely about what it knew, or didn't know, about domestic terrorist threats, Rice acted as though the question was an odd one: it wasn't her job. Well, in retrospect, it was and now certainly is.

Information comes through to me in 3 basic ways seen, hearing, and feeling the energy of the person that's crossed over. In which it is a symbolic type of language.

I'm tired of hearing it said that democracy doesn't work. Of course it doesn't work. We are supposed to work it.

I dare say that a majority of the American people think that having a fair hearing on an issue of importance in our relations with Mexico is extremely important to our national interest, as well as theirs.

Hearing, which, by the motion of the air, informs us of the motion of sounding or vibrating bodies.

I remember hearing someone say that good acting is more about taking off a mask than putting one on, and in movie acting, certainly that's true. With the camera so close, you can see right down into your soul, hopefully. So being able to do that in a way is terrifying, and in another way, truly liberating. And I like that about it.

It's all a matter of hearing what I like and seeing if I can make it fit into my style.

And when I've been away from my family and friends, I have felt good hearing some of those old songs.

I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money. I just want to play the game, drink Pepsi, wear Reebok.

The process of learning requires not only hearing and applying but also forgetting and then remembering again.

It evolved from my experience in the fifties, growing up during the McCarthy era, and hearing a lot of assumptions that America was wonderful and Communism was terrible.