If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

It is painful to relive things that have caused emotional crises or whatever and find ways to express that musically.

A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all the emotions of fear and confusion relating to my family.

At certain times I read a lot of poetry. My favorite poets are Shelley and Keats. Rimbaud is so identifiable. Lord Byron. I don't know. Lately if I read poems, it's like I can always hear the guitar. Even with Shakespeare's sonnets I can hear a melody because it's all broken up into timed phrases so I hear it. I always keep thinking, 'What kind of song would this be?'

Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.