Esquire, in a July, 1957 issue, has a photograph of me playing the French horn at the Five Spot.
“I knew how to read a contract by 10 years old, but I didn't know what it meant for somebody to come in and tell me they loved me and kiss me goodnight. That's a problem.”
“Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.”