The insane, on occasion, are not without their charms.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.

That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

What I would really like to have been, given a perfect world, is a jazz pianist. I mean jazz. I don't mean rock and roll. I mean the never-the-same-twice music the American black people gave the world.

I beg you to believe the most ridiculous superstition of all: that humanity is at the center of the universe, the fulfiller or frustrateor of the grandest dreams of God Almighty.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.