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.

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.

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.

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You don’t know how I feel about you? I try to show you how much I care about you every day. How can you not see that?

So far as it depends on the course of this government, our relations of good will and friendship will be sedulously cultivated with all nations.

If the world were really right, humans would live life backward and do the first part last. They'd be all knowing in the beginning and innocent in the end.

Attain and maintain a reputation, for it is the usufruct of fame. A stiff climb, for it is the issue of excellence, as rare as mediocrity is common.

I wish I could swap closets with Diana Vreeland, but I think only my left thigh would fit into her clothing.

True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice.

You can tell by the applause: There's perfunctory applause, there's light applause, and then there's real applause. When it's right, applause sounds like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.

We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject, for both have labored in the search for truth, and both have helped us in finding it.

This is the highest miracle of genius, that things which are not should be as though they were, that the imaginations of one mind should become the personal recollections of another.