Your Own Ego Is The Only Trap

The Artist And The Multitude Are Natural Enemies. They Always Will Be, Both Ways. The Artist Is An Enemy Of The Multitude, And The Multitude Is The Enemy Of The Artist. And When The Disguise Comes Off And They're Both Standing Facing One Another, They're Just There At Odds End.

The Oscar For The Films, It'd Be Nice. But I Don't Make Those Kind Of Films, And I Don't Think That Will Ever Happen.

I Am Not An Expert. That Is Someone Else's Job. If I Were Expert, The Approach Would Be All Wrong. It Would Be From The Inside. I Am A Blunderer. I Usually Don't Know What I Am Going Into At The Start. I Go Into The Fog And Trust Something Will Be There.

Jazz Has Endured Because It Doesn't Have A Beginning Or An Ending. It's A Moment.

Retirement? You're Talking About Death, Right?