We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.
I create by feeling rather than by intellectualizing.
Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.
I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping.