Jazz Quotes

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down, Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

Art and disease proliferate via contagion, and similar conditions favor both.

You play me with your jazz & leave me with the blues.

Black women were armed, black women were dangerous and the less money they had the deadlier the weapon they chose.

The guitar poured out its soul, its history, its dreams, its pain, its victories, its secrets. The guitar’s strings purred with blues and ended with a haunting solitary song with no lyrics.

The guitar breathed. It inhaled and exhaled, and music filled the shop as the instrument picked the heartbreak of generations.

A real musician ain’t gonna choose his own guitar like an evil master choosing his slave. The guitar will choose his master and when he does, you’ll know it.

I’m always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up in the morning and see the light.

Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

Jazz is not just 'Well, man, this is what I feel like playing.' It's a very structured thing that comes down from a tradition and requires a lot of thought and study.

That’s the thing about jazz: it’s free flowing, it comes from your soul.

I wanna show that gospel, country, blues, rhythm and blues, jazz, rock ‘n’ roll are all just really one thing. Those are the American music and that is the American culture.

I think my knowledge of music theory is rooted in jazz theory, and a lot of the writers of standards – Rodgers and Hart, and Gershwin.

Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

In every sphere of social interaction, that hermeneutic leap—that ability to put yourself in the mind frame of the other—is a virtue and a blessing.

When stealing from other players, an older musician wisely advised me, choose a different instrument from your own, and people won’t notice the theft.

When you scratch these guitars, they bleed.

Jazz is the only lever used by all the riffraff of Tram 83 to switch social class as one would subway cars.

If it sounds good, it is good.

It’s not the note you play that’s the wrong note – it’s the note you play afterwards that makes it right or wrong.

Sometimes it's to your advantage for people to think you're crazy.

Jazz is the assassination, the murdering, the slaying of syncopation. I would even go so far as to confess that we are musical anarchists.

In Jazz, like in America, the group works together toward a common cause with lots of room left for each individual to shine.

it ain't as hard as picking cotton

I only had three teachers, really, that were interesting, and all three of them were women.

…he didn’t needs words or even want them because he knew how they could lie, could heat your blood and disappear.

The trick to loneliness is to spend a lot of time inside one’s head.

They call it music, but it's just this side of magic.

Not long after we started working for him I asked Bernard if he thought Thatcher was evil, 'I said. 'He said it was like asking what jazz is.

The static’s nice. I could do without the screechi

Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard.

No electricity, fridge, TV or game console. I guess changing from human was enough fun and games for werewolves.

His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.

Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.

Keeping her in her roots of greenness.

Maybe it's a green thing or a wolf thing or a short-circuit thing. I don’t seem to know anything.

Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky.

We feel fighting for dominance actually shows weakness. It's much harder to hold back the wolf than to let it have free rein.

That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.

Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.

Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

My nerves did a jitter dance,

Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.

I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.

Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.