I still love the whole history of jazz. The old things sound better than ever.

I fell in love with jazz when I was 12 years old from listening to Duke Ellington and hearing a lot of jazz in New York on the radio.

Old guys can still do fun things.

I like to find old things
and I picked up that arrowhead
in tears, that broken point
that buried itself
once, in human flesh

but I traded it later
to a boy on horseback
in the southeast quarter
who begged me to have it
and gave me
a new bamboo basket

Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.

I continue to be interested in new things that seem old and old things that seem new.