Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.

The world is a possibility if only you'll discover it.

That ... is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.

I remember that I'm invisible and walk softly so as not awake the sleeping ones. Sometimes it is best not to awaken them; there are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.

The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.

Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway? – diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states . Why, if they follow this conformity business they'll end up by forcing me, an invisible man, to become white, which is not a color but the lack of one. Must I strive toward colorlessness? But seriously, and without snobbery, think of what the world would lose if that should happen. America is woven of many strands. I would recognize them and let it so remain.

In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.