Book: 1900. The legend

If you don't know what it is, so is jazz.

People are cruel with those who are lost.

So it was arranged. Almost like old Danny: he was alien to the spirit of competition, he was the drum who will win: he was interested in everything. Everything else.

To tell about war means to prevent the next war.

We played ragtime, because that's the music that God dances when no one's looking.

Ragtime. But it seemed that it was something hitherto unheard. He didn't play - he glided across the keys. It was like silk underwear slips women's body, and it danced under his fingers. This music was all brothels in America brothels but elegant, where even the cloakroom - and those beauties.

... the ship's doctor, Dr. Lauterborniella, if you need it urgently call, consider you unlucky...

In the eyes of the people see what they see and not what they saw.

I was always struck by this story with pictures. They hang themselves over the years, and then, for no reason, without cause, I repeat, Bang, and they fly to the floor. They are hanging out on the nail, no not one of them touches, but suddenly, at some point - Bang, and they fall like stones. In complete silence, complete stillness, no fly flies by and they clap. No reason at all. Why at this moment? Unknown. Pop. What happens to the nail when he decides he can no longer? Surely he, poor man, has a soul? Does he take decisions? They have long discussed that with the picture, they were afraid, they talked about it all evening long, and so for many years, then decided on the date, hour, minute, second, and now, please clap. Or they knew about everything in advance, from the very beginning, these two, everything is already planned - see, I'll loosen the rope after seven years, and I get it, okay then, agreed on 13 may, well, around six, give a quarter to six, okay, well, then Goodnight, Goodnight. Seven years later, 13 may, at a quarter to six, pop. Nothing is clear. This is one of those things that is better not to think, otherwise you'll go crazy. When falls the picture. When you Wake up one morning and realize that I no longer love her. When you open the newspaper and read that war broke out. When you see a train and think: should I go from here. When you look in the mirror and realize that old...

The whole world presses on you, and you don't know where it ends. And you don't get scared that you will break one thought about how it is huge?

When a person tells you with absolute accuracy what the smell is on the street Bertam immediately after a rain, one can argue that he's crazy, only for the idiotic reason that the street Bertam he never was.
In someone's eyes, in someone's words, he really breathed in this air. In their own way, but really.

I went into the dreams, memories... that's all you have to do sometimes to be saved. There is no other way. A trick of the poor. But always fires.

He knew how to listen. And know how to read. Not books - they're all good.
He knew how to read people. The traces that they left the place, the sounds, the native land, the life of the incident.

However, any person, accustomed to live in their skins, in the end, and thinks too uniform.