“I never go back on my word! That's my nindo, my ninja way!”

The Last Lecture (2008)

An Open Letter To Miles Davis (1955)
Context: I think my own way. I don't think like you and my music isn't meant just for the patting of feet and going down backs. When and if I feel gay and carefree, I write or play that way. When I feel angry I write or play that way — or when I'm happy, or depressed, even.
Just because I'm playing jazz I don't forget about me. I play or write me, the way I feel, through jazz, or whatever. Music is, or was, a language of the emotions. If someone has been escaping reality, I don't expect him to dig my music, and I would begin to worry about my writing if such a person began to really like it. My music is alive and it's about the living and the dead, about good and evil. It's angry, yet it's real because it knows it's angry.

Hey Now
(What's the Story) Morning Glory? (1995)

Regarding his desire to be deployed in the Iraq War. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/4248234.stm (2005).

Compilation by the BBC 11 March, 2005 http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/film/4340205.stm

As quoted in "Clemente, 32, Pays Tribute to Parents" by Les Biederman, in The Sporting News (September 3, 1966), p. 12
Other, <big><big>1960s</big></big>, <big>1966</big>

Y seguiré eliminando las palabras malas que puse en mi todo, aunque mi todo se quede sin palabras.
Voces (1943)

These Dreams of You
Song lyrics, Moondance (1970)