Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.

Ordinary life does not interest me.

Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We give to others only peripheral improvisations.

If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.