There's always this sound out there that's just a little beyond my reach & that just sort of keeps me going.

There's so much music out there & so many possibilities. I like anyone who plays any instrument.

It's incredible how one song or even one little phrase or just a few notes, if you really concentrate on it, can be a kaleidoscope of possibility.

Music doesn't hurt anybody, that's what's amazing. Everything is in there, every kind of human emotion, from the darkest to the lightest. And it has power. Unbelievable power.

Every time I play with someone, not just a new person, but someone I've been with all along, that's where I really learn.

To me, jazz is a place where anything is possible.

I love listening to other musicians and seeing what they do to gain their distinctive respective sounds and edge.

I hate labels; the problem is that if you say you're one thing, it's hard for people to imagine you as something else. Music is way more complicated than that.

First I was a European-style player, then I was a downtown 'noise guy,' and now some people call me an Americana guy.

I spend a lot of time copying saxophone players and trumpet players.

I can write the stuff and play it myself and have something in my head, but the best feeling is when somebody else plays it and they're hearing something other than what I'm hearing.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook, The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

It's not about blood, "says Lucius. "It's about who you shareyour life with.Where you feelyou really belong.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

Do not allow watching food to replace making food.

I feel old when I see mousse in my opponent's hair.

Reading has always been the largest and most irreplaceable pleasure for Vincent; reading about other people's successes and failures, joys and sufferings seemed to bury his own failures.

Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.

The artist yields often to the stimuli of materials that will transmit his spirit.

There is only one thing age can give you, and that is wisdom.

But evil is a cunning force. It can find the weakness in any man, even the bravest. [...] It only takes a single weak moment to let evil in.