It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

Comic books, movies, radio programmes centered their entertainment around the fact of torture. With the clearest of consciences, with a patriotic intensity, children dreamed, talked, acted orgies of physical abuse. Imaginations were released to wander on a reconnaissance mission from Cavalry to Dachau. European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

Any of the decisions that I made, if one could actually locate a shape or form, were all within a wall, the landscape of music.

I don't have a television set up [in the mountains], of course, but I find I don't miss it at all, or the newspaper. I've sneaked a radio into by cabin, but I find I turn it on very rarely.

I'm not a very nostalgic person. I don't really look at the past and summon up regrets, or self-congratulations, it just is not a mechanism that operates very strongly in me. So I neither have regrets nor occasions for self-congratulations.

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.