I just sit down at the piano and rattle it off.

The bass, no matter what kind of music you're playing, it just enhances the sound and makes everything sound more beautiful and full. When the bass stops, the bottom kind of drops out of everything.

As long as there are musicians who have a passion for spontaneity, for creating something thats never been before, the art form of jazz will flourish.

You have to see your unimportance before you can see your importance and your significance to the world.

If you strive to become a good human being with the qualities of generosity, humility and having reverence for life...just maybe you'll become a great musician.

In the midst of creating, a person is raised to another level of consciousness that doesn't have that much to do with everyday thinking. It's as if you could imagine life before there were words.

Creative Arts raise a person to another level of consciousness as if you could imagine life before words.

I just try to play music from my heart and bring as much beauty as I can to as many people as I can. Just give them other alternatives, especially people who arent exposed to creative music.

I want them to come away with discovering the music inside them.

Chris (Anderson) is risking his life with every chord, that's how much it means to him. He has such a reverence for beauty, he plays like an angel.

Before music there was silence and the duet format allows you to build from the silence in a very special way.

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

If someone tries to undermineyour commitment, re-evaluateyour commitment to them.

It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.

Donald Trump does not stick to Republican orthodoxy, which, you know, and this is always supposed to have been his downfall. Maybe it's his strength.

The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.

However vexed you may be overnight, things will often look very different in the morning.

When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.

Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.

I'm a football player by trade. That's what I do, ... So I did everything I could to make myself a football player again.