Maybe the biggest thing that I've learned musically is that anything is possible. Things can work when maybe they don't seem like they can.

The whole rise of new adult contemporary music and smooth jazz was a nice surprise.

I practice my saxophone three hours a day. I'm not saying I'm particularly special, but if you do something three hours a day for forty years, you get pretty good at it.

I really create everything I do from the heart.

I think everybody has to kind of decide what the word 'jazz' means to them, and that's fine.

What is music anyway? It's a form of communication, and that's why I play the kind of music that I think - that I hope - can communicate with people.

I approach everything in my life the same way; if it feels right, I know it.

I've learned that you simply can't control those bad vibes.

Just figure out what you think jazz is, and then if it fits into that category, it's jazz, and if it doesn't, it isn't. It's no big deal.

I learned so much about playing and touring being on the road and in the studio with Jeff, but I'd always played a lot of gigs in Seattle even prior to joining the Fusion.

That's my ideal day, time with my boys.

I journal my joy, and my joy expands exponentially forevermore. So be it.

It's like a malicious person lifting a photograph from the developing chemicals too early, and then pronouncing the photographer incompetent.

A simple word or phrase on a blank sheet of paper gathers momentum as I wonder at what it could mean, where it could take place, why, and what if? . . . And then, I write.

I'm not worried, Harry, said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. I am with you.

Thomas was sick of being accused of knowing things.

I think that a failure of statistical thinking is the major intellectual shortcoming of our universities, journalism and intellectual culture.

What we must decide is how we are valuable rather than how valuable we are.

If our words are not consistent with our actions, they will never be heard above the thunder of our deeds.

My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week.

When someone says to us, as Thich Nhat Hanh suggests, "Darling, I care about your suffering," a deep healing begins.