I'm certain, as we filled down the great staircase, that I appeared the same as ever, a moping twelve years-old, all arms and legs. But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

I love being alive. I like being a human being.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

I'm an intuitive musician. I have no real technical skills. I can only play six chords on the guitar.

John Coltrane, he talks to god. He starts playing his solo, he might play for 14 minutes. For 14 minutes, it seems like he's talking to god, but he always takes a hold of the melody.

I'm a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I'm happy.