“gaan jullie ergens naartoe jongens of zijn jullie maar wat onderweg?”

“The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.”

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

“I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant, listening to the American sounds and mastering them for his own English summer's-night use. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They led him off the stand after an hour. He went back to his dark corner, old God Shearing, and the boys said, 'There ain't nothin left after that.”

“Every now and then a clear harmonic cry gave new suggestions of a tune that would someday be the only tune in the word and would raise mean's souls to joy.”

“Texas is undeniable...We were already almost out of America and yet definitely in it and in the middle of where it's maddest.”

“L'universo intero era pazzo ed obliquo ed estremamente bizzarro.”