I've been informed by both sides, jazz, western music, Asian music, African music, all sides, because I've been interested in the sound of the universe, and that sound is without limit.

Well, dojo is a traditional Japanese word for training hall.

So okay, I accepted, and I realized while working for that concert that I'd been missing something very important and vital to me, and that something was music.

You know, face painting in non-Western cultures is a sign of collectivism, is a sign of one representing the community, it's not unique at all.

We were doing performance art as far back as 1965, just not calling it that.

It took me a long time to reach the decision to retire, actually, from the Art Ensemble.

Well, actually, I don't consider myself a jazz legend or anything.

In 1993, I retired from the Art Ensemble of Chicago to devote myself full time to Buddhist studies and to the practice of Aikido.

The Vision Festival was packed every night, always has been for the four years it's been happening.

People doing the kind of sound research that I'm interested in still have a difficult time.

In fact, since no one's been interested in my work, I took the responsibility recently to invest in my own work, so I'm producing a concert that was done at the Vision Festival in May.

Even if mankind can go on without them, a piece of our vibrantly diverse world dies along with each species.

Truth is a continuous examination, and Fact... always supersedes belief.

It's bad to grow old before your time. It's worse to not grow at all within your mind,

... When Princes devote themselves rather to pleasure than to arms, they lose their dominions.

A child’s stories are simpler to understand because the language has not been developed to the point of high abstraction. An adult tells stories far more obtuse in nature.

My mother kept asking me, "When are you going to do a gospel album?" And I've always wanted to do a gospel album. Everybody was going on about it, so mom started hounding me more.

Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.

Oh foolish desires of mortals! How weak are the reasons that lead us to not take off our flight from the ground.

We are all strings in the concert of God's joy.

Nothing is more pleasant than to see a pretty woman, her napkin well placed under her arms, one of her hands on the table, while the other carries to her mouth, the choice piece so elegantly carved.