My People Are Americans. My Time Is

For Suddenly, I Saw You There And Through Foggy London Town The Sun Was Shining Everywhere.

An Entire Composition Written In Jazz Could Not Live.

Gershwin's Tragedy Was Not That He Failed To Cross The Tracks, But Rather That He Did, And Once There In His New Habitat, Was Deprived Of The Chance To Plunge His Roots Firmly Into The New Soil.

Life Is A Lot Like Jazz. It's Best When You Improvise.

The Extraordinary Thing About My Mother, She's So Modest About Me.