Everything I Do Is Mingus.

I Admire Anyone Who Can Come Up With Something Original. But Not Originality Alone, Because There Can Be Originality In Stupidity, With No Musical Description Of Any Emotion Or Any Beauty The Man Has Seen, Or Any Kind Of Life He Has Lived.

What Do You Think Happens To A Composer Who Is Sincere And Loves To Write And Has To Wait Thirty Years To Have Someone Play A Piece Of His Music?

Just Because I'm Playing Jazz I Don't Forget About Me. I Play Or Write Me, The Way I Feel, Through Jazz, Or Whatever.

Most Of The Soloists At Birdland Had To Wait For Parker's Next Record In Order To Find Out What To Play Next. What Will They Do Now?

In My Music, I'm Trying To Play The Truth Of What I Am.