Myself, arch-traitor to myself; My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe, My clog whatever road I go.

Cavett: What would it take – seriously – for a musician to be good enough to play in the Miles Davis bands? Suppose you're looking for a new guy. Davis: Well, the first thing he needs do – whoever he is – has to have good carriage, you know. Cavett: Meaning? Davis: Meaning that they have to look like what they're going to play – the instrument.

Who, excepting fictional fanged creatures of the night, doesn't love a bit of garlic? It goes in anything and is like the little black dress of the food world.

My cat just jumped on to the keyboard.