If you don't understand it, don't mess with it.

There are Two Secrets to Success: 1. Don't tell ANYONE Everything you know 2.If you have to ask what Jazz is, you'll never know.

I don't need words. It's all in the phrasing.

All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to

If it hadn't been for Jazz, there wouldn't be no rock and roll.

You see, pops, that's the kind of talk that's ruining the music. Everyone's trying to do something new, no one trying to learn the fundamentals first. All them young cats playing their wierd chords. And what happens? No one's working.

There's a thing I've dreamed of all my life, and I'll be damned if it don't look like it's about to come true-to be King of the Zulu's parade. After that, I'll be ready to die.