When I was in college, I had a jazz radio show. I called it 'Excursion on a Wobbly Rail,' after a Cecil Taylor song. I used to run around the Village following Ornette Coleman wherever he played.

I'm an artist and that means I can be as egotistical as I want to be.

I'm not joking around when I've said occasionally, trying to learn how to play a D chord properly has been a very big thing for me.

Take a walk on the wild side.

One chord is fine. Two chords are pushing it. Three chords and you're into jazz.

Perfect Night is minimalistic and that's what makes it so forceful.

Perfect Night has that magic and it has the raw energy that grabs you by the throat.

But I'm also talented and I know when I created something great and Perfect Night is something great, no doubt, no but.

Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.

These are really terribly rough times, and we really should try to be as nice to each other as possible.

He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

Worship is an act of obedience of the heart. It is a response that requires the very core of who you are, to love the Lord for who He is, not just for what He does.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

The Jew is contrary to our being. ... He desecrated our people, spit on our ideals, paralyzed the strength of the nation, made our customs rotten, and polluted the morale.

Knowing that others have gone through similar tragedies may be a help, but it should be remembered that every tragedy is not only commonplace but also unique.

There are times I go out and meet people and flirt, but it's not really appropriate to have anything serious.

You can consider me like fine wine. I just get better with age.

Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.