Making money ain't nothing exciting to me. You might be able to buy a little better booze than the wino on the corner. But you get sick just like the next cat and when you die you're just as graveyard dead as he is.

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.

All music is folk music. I ain't never heard a horse sing a song.

Even If I have two three days off, you still have to blow that horn. You have to keep up those chops... I have to warm up everyday for at least an hour.

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

A lotta cats copy the Mona Lisa, but people still line up to see the original.