“After me there are no more jazz singers . . . It’s a crime that no little singer is back there sockin’ it to me in my field. To keep it going, to keep it alive, because I’m not going to live forever.”

If it wasn’t for hustlers, gangsters & gamblers there’d be no Jazz. Wasn’t middle~class who said Let’s go hear Bird tonight.

If you’re sitting in that audience ready to fight me from the very beginning, I’m going to have a hard time getting to you. But if you’ve got a heart at all, I’m going to get it.

This is our culture, and I don’t care who the musician is, if he avoids black people, then he is scared of something. He doesn’t have confidence in himself or else he doesn’t believe in what he’s doing.

I don’t know who Little Richard is.

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.

I’m leaving out some of the hugely successful megachurches, of which I have very little experience.

You have to study a great deal to know a little.

We spend our lives dreaming of the future, not realizing that a little of it slips away every day.

I had no education in filmmaking. I started with a 8mm camera. I made 34 films, and little by little I gained more experience in filming.

The dread was built into the 2016 election – a little spoonful of dread.

I can’t believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it’s only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.