“It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.”

“sounding now/old songs/deep water/no-Great Voices/no-Shark/old songs/new songs”

“his voice was centuries old”

“I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.”

“FEAR only one person that is GOD. LISTEN to only one voice that is your CONSCIENCE”

“There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. It is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with a hole. It is a voice that has lived and lives, with sorrow and shame, ecstasy and bliss, joy and pain, redemption and damnation. It is a voice with love and without love. I like the voice, and though I can't talk to it, I like the way it talks to me. It says it is all the same, Young Man. Take it and let it be.”