I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.

Fly silly sea bird, no dreams can possess you, no voices can blame you for sun on your wings.

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.

Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?

I'm a very analytical person, a somewhat introspective person; that's the nature of the work I do.

I'm a fine artist working in a commercial arena, so that's my cross to bear