If You Hit A Wrong

I Can't Write Anything For Myself. I Can Write When I Hear Like [john] Coltrane Play Something; I Used To Write Chords And Stuff For Him To Play In One Bar. I Can Write For Other People, But I Don't Never Write For Myself.

It Takes You Years To Learn How To Play Like Yourself.

Monk Was A Gentle Person, Gentle And Beautiful, But He Was Strong As An Ox. And If I Had Ever Said Something About Punching Monk Out In Front Of His Face - And I Never Did - Then Somebody Should Have Just Come And Got Me And Taken Me To The Madhouse, Because Monk Could Have Just Picked My Little Ass Up And Thrown Me Through A Wall.

Some Of [drummers] Drop Time Because They Want To Hear What You're Doin'.

Food Makes My Mind Sluggish.