So, have a little fun. Soon enough you'll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.

That's basically what the drive is: "I want to be famous, I want to be noticed, and I want to be approved of." That's basically what you're after. "Give me attention, give me applause, give me an audience. A. A. A. Straight As." That's all you're looking for.

A dog has no shame. If he can do it, you can watch.

Regarding jam sessions: Jazz musicians are the only workers I can think of who are willing to put in a full shift for pay and then go somewhere else and continue to work for free.

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.

Some people think that words can injure the psyche or the moral fiber. And they really can't.

You live eighty years, and at best you get about six minutes of pure magic.