You Know Why I Quit

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.

It Takes A Long Time To Sound Like Yourself.

Monk Taught Me More About Music Composition Than Anyone Else On 52nd Street.

I Never Thought That The Music Called "jazz" Was Ever Meant To Reach Just A Small Group Of People, Or Become A Museum Thing Locked Under Glass Like All The Other Dead Things That Were Once Considered Artistic.

You Have To Practice For A Long Time Before You Can Learn To Sound Like Yourself