Arrival = Prison, And The Artist Must

I Was Driven On By.. A Force Which I See Today As Something Alien To My Normal Life... So I Have Been No More Than A Medium As It Were.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Jazz Is Rhythm And Meaning.

Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All. One Doesn't Build Upon Hatred, But Upon Love.

The Artist Begins With A Vision - A Creative Operation Requiring An Effort.