As any tried-and-true creative force, Schnabel kept producing.
If one wants Schnabel, they all want Schnabel, if one buys a Keith Haring, two hundred Keith Harings will be sold.
That last film, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, won Schnabel the best-director prize at Cannes.
Big, bearded, and graying, Schnabel lives in a neo-Venetian palazzo in Greenwich Village.
Schnabel met her in Rome, when she was 34 and he was 56, and agreed to film her book.
Schnabel considered all glaucoma cups to be formed in this way, independent of tension.
Schnabel, on seeing the newcomer, asked him to try the piano.
Schnabel overwhelmed me with expressions of praise and pleasure.
At first he enjoyed the violin instruction of Jannizeck, while Schnabel conducted his theoretical studies.
You should hear Schnabel; all Berlin is wild over him, and whenever he gives a concert the house is sold out.
