Jazz Is The Expression Of America's Romantic

If You Can't Create, You Destroy.

My Life Is Slowed Up By Thought And The Need To Understand What I Am Living.

Memory Is A Great Betrayer.

I Am Lonely, Yet Not Everybody Will Do. I Don't Know Why, Some People Fill The Gaps And Others Emphasize My Loneliness. In Reality Those Who Satisfy Me Are Those Who Simply Allow Me To Live With My ''idea Of Them.

Dreams Pass Into The Reality Of Action. From The Actions Stems The Dream Again; And This Interdependence Produces The Highest Form Of Living.