Since I was a kid I've had an absolute obsession with particular kinds of American music. Mississippi Delta blues of the Thirties Chicago blues of the Fifties West Coast music of the mid-Sixties - but I'd never really touched on dark Americana.

Music is everybody's possession. It's only publishers who think that people own it.

Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open.

I trust that your readers will not construe my words to mean that I would not have gone to a 3 o'clock in the morning session for the sake of defeating the Nebraska bill.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

Training is full-on. Some days I really don't want to get out of bed and hit that track again. Sunday and Monday morning sessions are always horrible. But who really looks forward to going to work on a Monday morning?

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist every morning at the time of his visit made me want to hang myself realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Marriage as an institution developed from rape as a practice. Rape originally defined as abduction became marriage by capture. Marriage meant the taking was to extend in time to be not only use of but possession of or ownership.

The desire for possession is insatiable to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love therefore is to sterilize the person one loves.