In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.

The blues is an impulse to keep the painful details and episodes of a brutal experience alive in one's aching consciousness, to finger its jagged grain, and to transcend it, not by the consolation of philosophy but by squeezing from it a near-tragic, near-comic lyricism. As a form, the blues is an autobiographical chronicle of personal catastrophe expressed lyrically.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

It takes a deep commitment to change and an even deeper commitment to grow.

There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.

Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.