"I listen to a jazz band at the Casino de Paris: high in the air, in a kind of cage, the Negroes writhe, dandle, toss lumps of raw meat to the crowd in the form of trumpet screams, rattles, drumbeats. The dance tune, broken, punched, counterpointed, rises now and again to the surface." --Jean Cocteau, 1923.
"Jazz joins together what man has put asunder. To man the theorizer, builder, tradesman and scientist, jazz restores man the tribesman, maker of symbols, myths and dreams..." --Fr. G.V. Kennard, S.J., 1961.
"There's something of the opium eater in your jazz cultist. His enthusiasm affects him like a drug habit, removing him, it seems, from the uninitiated and less paranoid world about him and encouraging many of the attitudes of full-blown megalomania." --Orson Welles, 1946.