It suddenly occurred to me that true believers in hard-driving jazz—Albert Ayler, Don Cherry, Cecil Taylor—could never become owners of cleaning shops in malls across from railroad stations.

“Гората се опитва да ме уплаши. Прицелва се ту в главата, ту в краката ми. Запра…”

“I think I'll stay alive here a bit longer, and see with my own eyes what's goin…”

“ما يجعل منا أسوياء هو أن نعرف أننا لسنا بأسوياء.”

“Whenever I got home late, I'd always go to my son's room first, to see his slee…”