We're just beginning to learn the importance of music in our society.

Jazz is neither specific repertoire, nor academic exercise... but a way of life.

The way we look at it, everything is a sound.

Play as well as you can all the time, and if you're truthful to your thing, you'll succeed.

Many times you never know what's going to happen. You'll play songs that you never thought you were going to play.

I always tell my students when you're going to be a jazz musician the first thing you've got to do is be a professional musician, and that means you have to feed yourself with the instrument.

A chord is just the name of a sound.

We just can't go and try to turn the clock back, that's not happening anymore. You've got to figure something else out.

The music we play is kind of hard to explain. It's music that we really feel.

It's just about really being sensitive, and trying to play a music that is about music.

We expect the listener to have, like, a movie going on when they hear us. That's what it's all about for us.

Everything that you wish to know, or desire for life, exists in you. All you have to do is take your attention inward and begin your search within.

Love is worth dying for, said the spermatozoid.

Nonsense is to sense, as shade to light; it heightens effect.

There is no austerity equal to a balanced mind, and there is no happiness equal to contentment; there is no disease like covetousness, and no virtue like mercy.

Knowing yourself now requires the understanding that the conscious you occupies only a small room in the mansion of the brain, and that it has little control over the reality constructed for you.

But remember, when it comes to friends, it's not how much time you spend with them, just how you spend it!

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make men rejoice.

Hold up," Leo said. "You guys lost a dragon? A Real full size dragon?

We are faithful not to the triumphant golden eagle (ironically, also an imperial symbol of power in Rome) but to the slaughtered Lamb.

And it was only a week later that I realized a close up of Steve McQueen was worth the greatest landscape you could find.