If you ask me, music is the language of memory

There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of those things, are you also betraying yourself?

It's certainly my honor to be able to, hopefully, change the world a tiny bit, one mind at a time.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.

Everyone still deserves to have their say.

Witness testimony is always flawed. It's better than circumstantial evidence, sure, but people aren't camcorders; they don't record every action and reaction, and the very act of remembering involves chosing words, actions and images. In other words, any witness who was supposed to be giving a court facts is really just giving them a version of fiction.

Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.