I would find myself backing away from all of the 'isms,' all of the communities. I have always been able to be misused by every community But that is OK. I would rather be misused than neglected.

Is jazz a rhythm, or is it a vibration?

Everybody in America is angry about something.

I am interested in the study of music and the discipline of music and the experience of music and music as a esoteric mechanism to continue my real intentions.

I have learned through time that not everyone is interested in the kinds of things that fascinate me.

The word music is a convenient way to talk about what I'm interested in, but actually, in some ways, it's a limitation.

I thank the Creator of the universe to have discovered the discipline of music was the greatest gift that I could have been given, the possibility to be a student working in the world.

My work has been marginalized as far as the jazz-business complex is concerned, or the contemporary-music complex.

I am viewed as the Negro who has gone outside of the categories assigned to me.

I know I’m an African-American, and I know I play the saxophone, but I’m not a jazz musician. I’m not a classical musician, either. My music is like my life: It’s in between these areas.

So, yes, I am in the underground, but actually, it feels like home.

Language disguises thought.

So are we going to eat some Boo Berry or what?" John said, leaping out of his seat and toward the refrigerator.

I've always used poetry to explain myself to myself. These things just sat in my psyche and then came out.

The notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do a big radio country album.

There definitely is exposure in reality shows, but the exposure will basically get you more reality shows.

I've distilled everything to one simple principle: win or die!

Eternity is not the hereafter...this is it. If you don't get it here you won't get it anywhere.

I zoomed in on the shoe department like a blonde homing pigeon. Shoes, shoes everywhere! Ah, sweet shoes. I truly think you can take the measure of a civilization by looking at its footwear.