I wanted an electric train for Christmas but I got the saxophone instead.

It's a matter of choosing what is most important to you and putting that first. Once you have recognized your true purpose in life, this becomes much easier.

The calm mind allows one to connect with the inner self, the Soul, the very source of our being. That's where the music lives. That's where my music comes from.

Now that I am much older, I have had a number of sax players tell me I was responsible for them playing sax. Some of them I have admired over the years.

I have no agenda - just to be loved. Somebody said to me, 'Whenever somebody says your name, a smile comes to their face.' That's a great accolade. I strive to keep it that way.

Tears may come and go, But there's one thing I know. All my life you're a friend of mine. You can depend on me. I'll be fine... 'Cause you're a friend of mine.

I do read music, but I prefer playing from the heart.

I take my job as a rock and roll sax player very seriously. To do it the way that I must do it, I must be in good condition. The better shape you're in, the harder you can rock.

Being involved in the well-being and advancement of one's own community is a most natural thing to do.

God will give you no more than you can handle.

It's love. It's two men - two strong, very virile men - finding that space in life where they can let go enough of their masculinity to feel the passion of love and respect and trust.

Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.

What kind of country has this become? Decent people can’t do anything without being watched.

History isn't just the story of bad people doing bad things. It's quite as much a story of people trying to do good things. But somehow, something goes wrong.

The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.

Whenever I find myself arguing for something with great passion, I can be certain I'm not convinced.

As for me, I had to know exactly what the situation was in Dukla Pass. Moscow had demanded it.

There's very little of the intentional about the business of writing poetry, as least as far as I can see.

Only a fool never changes his mind.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

When you hear the splash Of the water drops that fall Into the stone bowl You will feel that all the dust Of your mind is washed away.