I really like the Caribbean. Anyplace in the Caribbean. I get there, and I feel like a monkey - the perfect state.
At heart I am a librarian, a bird-watcher, a transcendentalist, a gardener, a spinster, a monk.
First and foremost, the monk should own nothing in this world, but he should have as his possessions solitude of the body, modesty of bearing, a modulated tone of voice, and a well-ordered manner of speech. He should be without anxiety as to his food and drink, and should eat in silence.
I was 17, and all I wanted to do was to get away from England and the awful, boring boarding schools I'd been going to there. The last one was taught by monks, and I couldn't wait to get out.
In Buddhist culture, offering food to the monk symbolizes the action of goodness, and if you have no opportunity to support the practice of spirituality, then you are somehow left in the realm of darkness.
To be a monk is to have time to practice for your transformation and healing. And after that to help with the transformation and healing of other people.
Our society spends a lot of money on prison bars. For the sake of our kids, let's invest in monkey bars.
The first jazz pianist I heard was Thelonious Monk. My father was listening to an album of his called 'Monk's Dream' almost every day from the time I was born.
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys.
I got a pet monkey called Charlie Chan.
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.
If you ask me who the members of the Rolling Stones or Led Zep or the Clash were, I'd be able to tell you every member. But I couldn't name a single member of Arctic Monkeys.
I listened to King Oliver and I listened to Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, Thelonious Monk, Charles Mingus, John Coltrane, Archie Shepp... I listened to everything I could that came from that place that they call the blues but, in formality, isn't necessarily the blues.
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