Every conversation is a form of Jazz. The activity of instantaneous creation is as ordinary to us as breathing.

We provide both irritation and inspiration for each other- the grist for each other's pearl making.

Every attempt we make is imperfect; yet each one of those imperfect attempts is an occasion for a delight unlike anything else on earth.

Creative living, or the life of a creator, seems like a leap into the unknown only because "normal life" is rigid and traumatized.

Whispered words can be devastatingly effective.

With too little judgement, we get trash. With too much judgement, we get blockage.

Technique itself springs from play, because we can acquire technique only by the practice of practice, by persistently experimenting and playing with our tools and testing their limits and resistances.