Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.

The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids it. Without the hidden conspiracy of goodwill, society would not endure an hour.

Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.

I've been around jazz and jazz musicians most of my life.

The free, creative, loving people who shine so brightly in my memory of studios and coffee shops have become models for a huge section of the population. If they in turn can just stay alive in the face of power and terror, they may become the decisive section.

Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: the creative act.