Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

Billy Strayhorn Was My Right Arm, My Left Arm, All The Eyes In The Back Of My Head, My Brainwaves In His Head, And His In Mine.

Music Is The Tonal Reflection Of Beauty.

Critics Have Their Purposes, And They're Supposed To Do What They Do, But Sometimes They Get A Little Carried Away With What They Think Someone Should Have Done, Rather Than Concerning Themselves With What They Did.

There Are Two Kinds Of Music. Good Music, And The Other Kind.

Be A Number One Yourself. And Not A Number Two Somebody Else.