To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.

I'm not a separatist. The imagination is integrative. That's how you make the new -- by putting something else with what you've got. And I'm unashamedly an American integrationist.

The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

The blues is an art of ambiguity, an assertion of the irrepressibly human over all circumstance whether created by others or by one's own human failings. They are the only consistent art in the United States which constantly remind us of our limitations while encouraging us to see how far we can actually go. When understood in their more profound implication, they are a corrective, an attempt to draw a line upon man's own limitless assertion.

Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.

Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.