The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough,

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source. It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals. It Dies Of Illness And Wounds; It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.

Innocence Was Gone From All Our Acts. Our Habitual State Of Rebellion Became A Serious Political Crime.

Jazz Is The Music Of The Body.

Dreams Are Necessary To Life.

I Do Not Want To Be The Leader. I Refuse To Be The Leader. I Want To Live Darkly.