Hell, Nobody Knows Where Jazz Is Going

I Don't Remember Feeling Love.

I Got To Trumpet, Finally. That's Why I Love To Write For Brass, And [count] Basie And [frank] Sinatra And All That Stuff, 'cause That's Just Like Part Of My Dna.

I Improvised My Life Along The Way - I Just Moved Step-by-step. And I Knew That If I Got Better, Something Would Happen.

Not One Ounce Of My Self Worth Depends On Your Acceptance Of Me.

My Earliest Memories Are Being Pinned To A Fence With A Switchblade.