There is much appeal for me in Eastern religion, the little I know of it. And something thorny in me finds American adaptations of Buddhism terribly self-indulgent, silly, gooey in the way the English call "wet."

In jazz, as in poetry, there is always that play between what’s regular and what’s wild. That has always appealed to me.

Deciding to remember, and what to remember, is how we decide who we are.

Art will not solve your problems. It will not enable you to live merrily.

Sometimes the ideas that mean the most to you will feel true long before you can quite formulate them or justify them.

Whatever makes a child want to glue macaroni on a paper plate and paint the assemblage and see it on the refrigerator - that has always been strong in me.

Autobiography is a genre notorious for falsehood.