“Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow.”

Between the double and the single bell Of a ship’s hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below

I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.

I feel funny about owning art. I don’t really want to say: “Wow, come and see my Monet – it’s in a dark room at the bottom of my cellar.”

I wanted to make a massive work so as soon as Nick Mitzevich invited me I said yes straight away and began to make the work.

You deal with failure – strike, strike, strike – all the time. Acting is like that. You have to have a very thick skin in a way – your hair is too dark, you’re too ugly for the part, your audition wasn’t good.

I find new and healing images in that dark, silent place away from emotions that control me.

The record in the Federal Court discloses that (the NCI) took sides and sought in every way to hinder, suppress and restrict…(a) treatment of cancer.

(It) could involve the AMA and others in an interstate conspiracy of alarming proportions.

Every human being of adult years and sound mind has a legal right to determine what shall be done with his own body.

Public and private funds have been thrown around like confetti at a country fair, to close up and destroy clinics, hospitals, and scientific research laboratories which do not conform to the viewpoint of medical associations.