The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.
If I am ever put to death on the hook, expect a very human performance.
The only proof he needed for the existance of God was music.
Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.
Unannounced changes in life's itinerary are like dancing lessons from God.
Virtually every writer I know would rather be a musician.