Writhe And Sway To Music's Pain Searing

You Know, Some People Got No Choice, And They Can Never Find A Voice, To Talk With That They Can Even Call Their Own. So The First Thing That They See, That Allows Them The Right To Be, Why They Follow It, You Know, It's Called Bad Luck.

Any Human Being Should Have A Tolerance For Anybody.

I Cleaned Up My Act Because Otherwise I Would Have Kicked The Bucket.

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

I Love Ornette Coleman. I Love Don Cherry. I Love The Way Those Guys Play.