I used to sit on the roof of the apartment where Jim Morrison used to write his early lyrics

I contribute a large amount of money to the Southern Poverty Law Center, so I'm on their mailing list for all their Klan Watch newsletters. I'm very well aware of White Power movements in America.

A man with an excruciatingly painful condition wrote me and told me that his doctor said that the only cure for what he has is death, and he might want to consider suicide. What do you say to him? I doubt the, "Hey let's go get some coffee and talk" thing is going to be at all helpful.

My desires are foolish. The things I want are better kept to myself. The hand of silence is steady. The hard blade of silence is clean like night. The code is absolute. Silence is eternal and patient. Silence never makes a fool of itself like I have so many times.

Music keeps you young. Having music in your life keeps you open to things.

Could it be that violence is as much a part of the American identity as the Constitution, and a vital component to its economic stability?

Scott Asheton was a brilliant drummer, a natural musician.