South of No North

was it necessary to love a real human being?

Skin rips, bones bruise, there’s blood, but you get up like nothing was wrong.

I’m finished. Somewhere I made a wrong turn. Somewhere I died in the night.

sometimes small people who stay in the same place for a long time achieve minor prestige and power.

I really didn’t have any political beliefs. It was a way of floating free.

It takes guts to be a great artist and it takes guts to be a great fighter.”