When I Choose Material For An Album

This May Be A Dream, But I'll Say It Anyway: I Was Supposed To Be Married Last Year, And I Bought A Gown. When I Meet Nelson Mandela, I Shall Put On This Gown And Have The Train Of It Removed And Put Aside, And Kiss The Ground That He Walks On And Then Kiss His Feet.

This Is The World You Have Made Yourself, Now You Have To Live In It.

To Most White People, Jazz Means Black And Jazz Means Dirt, And That's Not What I Play. I Play Black Classical Music.

Tomorrow, I Might Be In A Different Mood And You Wouldn't Recognize My Voice.

I'm Sorry That I Did Not Become The World's First Black Classic Pianist. I Think I Would Have Been Happier.