Till the stars grow old and our sun grows cold? Will you fight for us, lie for us, love us - and let us love you?

It all comes of being so attractive, as the old lady said when she was struck by lightning.

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.

Jazz music is to be played sweet, soft, plenty rhythm.

Jelly Roll Morton

Quotes by Jelly Roll Morton

Written By Jelly Roll Morton

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