Tranquillity Is Contagious, Peace Is

New York Seems Conducted By Jazz, Animated By It. It Is Essentially A City Of Rhythm.

Jazz Is The Music Of The Body. The Breath Comes Through Brass. It Is The Body's Breath, And The Strings' Wails And Moans Are Echoes Of The Body's Music. It Is The Body's Vibrations Which Ripple From The Fingers. And The Mystery Of The Withheld Theme, Known To Jazz Musicians Alone, Is Like The Mystery Of Our Secret Life. We Give To Others Only Peripheral Improvisations.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We Are.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We ... Believe Me Naïve Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.

When I Am Most Deeply Rooted, I Feel The Wildest Desire To Uproot Myself.