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.

At first it was just a misdemeanor, but then you lost the "mis-de" and you just got meaner and meaner.

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

I don't get involved in politics. I just blow my horn.

Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.

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.

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.