Jazz Is The Music Of The Body.

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

To Withhold From Living Is To Die ... The More You Give Of Yourself To Life The More Life Nourishes You.

What Can I Do With My Happiness? How Can I Keep It, Conceal It, Bury It Where I May Never Lose It? I Want To Kneel As It Falls Over Me Like Rain, Gather It Up With Lace And Silk, And Press It Over Myself Again.

I Say Quotations Are Literary. They Are Good Only When Dealing With Ideas, Not With Experience. Experience Should Be Pure, Unique.