When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.

Jazz is the music of the body.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.