I'm susceptible to that sort of thing - to walls and flowers. You can probably get something more from a wall than a person sometimes. It's just put somewhere.

If New Orleans is allowed to die, a crucial part of the world's music heritage will disappear.

Paranoia, the destroyer.

To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.

Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.

Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.

Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.