If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence it is India.

As I watched bookstores close I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now they're struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart.

I began my career with infantile dreams of becoming a composer.

When I began to choreograph and find my way pulling other artists' dreams out and changing music in a visual way there was still a part of me that had something more to say. There was still a desire to rock a stage and ultimately perform the eight count of my dream but there was a lot of insecurity there.

When I was younger I wasn't concentrating on good days. I was managing a career and trying to have a good year. It would always 'lead' to something which never leads to anything except death where everything leads to. And then as I got older and then I had my kids and everything I began to appreciate a great Wednesday.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

The day of my birth my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.

It has ever been since time began and ever will be till time lose breath that love is a mood - no more - to man and love to a woman is life or death.

Since the day of my birth my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.

My wife and I have been together since 1986. I graduated in '86 and she graduated in '88. We began dating when she was 17. Actually she turned 18 when we started kissing and stuff.