I Try And Write The Way Things

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

Life Is About Women, Gigs, An' Bein' Creative.

Since About 1980 Kenny Werner Has Been One Of Jazz’s Unsung Heroes

Am I A Guy Who Writes About Himself In A Comic Book, Or Am I Just A Character In That Book? If I Die, Will That Character Keep Going, Or Will He Just Fade Away?

I Think The People Who Would Be The Least Interested In My Work Would Be People Who Read Lots Of Comic Books.