We might be all alone in the world, en effet, but that doesn't mean we have to be lonely.

How little we know the ones we love. How little we know of anyone, in the end.

Nothing worth anything has ever proven itself to be easy. I should think you 'd have discovered this by now.

It isn't an easy business (...) Love, he said finally. I was referring to love, Rebecca.

What glitters may not be gold

You look at the history of any sentient species and what do you find but tableaux of violence and slaughter. It’s finger-painted on the ceilings of caves and engraved into the walls of temples.

Run, Torak! The bear...is...possessed...

Even though I have often recorded alone, I still feel the best music is made by musicians playing off each other.

My deep religiosity [...] found an abrupt ending at the age of twelve, through the reading of popular scientific books.

The improv stuff, that's always surprising so a lot of times that's really funny.

There are two types of forwards. Scorers and bangers. Scorers score and bangers bang.

Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to pieces. Or love can be a thing that endures, a rich, deep current flowing unending through the years.

Naive you are if you believe life favours those who aren't naive.

Never yet could I find that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration; never saw even an elemental trait of painting or sculpture.