The only time I've ever really felt envy is when I've watched people make music, which made my time living in the now-legendary Jazz Loft at 821 Sixth Avenue in New York a constant source of agony and ecstasy!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Envy is human nature.
Envy is never general, but always very particular - at least envy of the kind one feels strongly.
I think envy motivates a lot of people.
Envy is an insult to oneself.
I've always had rock star envy. Unfortunately, writing is a pedestrian, tame occupation done while sitting in coffee-stained pajamas in front of a computer rather than prowling around a huge stage in sweaty leather pants, so I have to get my kicks vicariously.
I was an absolute idiot, wearing polo-necks, reading Kerouac, watching Woody Allen movies, and jazz fitted right into all of that. My interest in that whole world became very genuine, but perhaps started off a bit affected - a mixture of right and wrong reasons. I was always drawn to non-commercial music, perhaps pathologically so.
The first sign of real obsession with music was with an old wind-up gramophone that mum had thrown out into the garage. My parents gave me three old 45s - two Supremes records and one Tom Jones record - and I used to come home from school literally every day, go out to the garage, wind this thing up, and play them.
Our envy always lasts longer than the happiness of those we envy.
I have never been given to envy - save for the envy I feel toward those people who have the ability to make a marriage work and endure happily.
I can only say that whatever my life and work have been, I'm not envious of anyone-and this is my biggest satisfaction.