“My ex calls the ochre winter 'autumn' as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses”
“Pray silence for the soloist. But let him be soon over, that we may hear the great striding fugue again.”
“There is a broken song that plays over in my head each time I hear someone say his name.”
“I'd rather be called a boy and play with paper airplanes than be called a man and play with a girl's heart.”
“To most white people, jazz means black and jazz means dirt, and that's not what I play. I play black classical music.”
“Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent.”