There Are No Wrong Notes In Jazz:

Monk Was A Gentle Person, Gentle And Beautiful, But He Was Strong As An Ox. And If I Had Ever Said Something About Punching Monk Out In Front Of His Face - And I Never Did - Then Somebody Should Have Just Come And Got Me And Taken Me To The Madhouse, Because Monk Could Have Just Picked My Little Ass Up And Thrown Me Through A Wall.

Some Musicians Play With Their Heart, You Know What I Mean? I Don't Know What To Tell A Person That Can't - If You Can't Tell A Person What You're Talkin' About When They're Rushin' Or Droppin' The Tempo, You Get Somebody Else.

Keith, How Does It Feel To Be A Genius?

In High School I Was Best In Music Class On The Trumpet, But The Prizes Went To The Boys With Blue Eyes. I Made Up My Mind To Outdo Anybody White On My Horn.

You Can Tell Whether A Person Plays Well Or Not By The Way He Carries The Instrument, Whether It Means Something To Him Or Not.