Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

If Anybody Was Mr. Jazz It Was Louis Armstrong. He Was The Epitome Of Jazz And Always Will Be. He Is What I Call An American Standard, An American Original. ... I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues. ... I Don't Need Time, I Need A Deadline. ...there Are Two Kinds Of Music. Good Music, And The Other Kind. ... Music Is My Mistress, And She Plays Second Fiddle To No One.

Without A Deadline, Baby, I Wouldn't Do Nothing.

Love Is Indescribable And Unconditional. I Could Tell You A Thousand Things That It Is Not, But Not One That It Is. Either You Have It Or You Haven't; There's No Proof Of It.

I Don't Need Time. What I Need Is A Deadline!

The Europeans Who Went To Africa Came Back With “modern' Art. What Is More African Than A Picasso?