“I was on the operating table and I was searching to try to find something to hang onto, you know, cause when you’re dying your life really does become very authentic and I was reaching for something to give my life meaning and a memory flashed through my mind: It was one of those great spring days, a Sunday. You know, you knew summer would be coming soon. I remember that morning Dorrie and I had gone for a walk in the park, and we came back to the apartment and we were just sort of sitting around, and I put on a record of Louie Armstrong which was music that I grew up loving, and it was very very pretty. And I happened to glance over and I saw Dorrie sitting there and I remember thinking to myself how terrific she was and how much I loved her. I don’t know, I guess it was a combination of everything: the sound of the music, and the breeze, and how beautiful Dorrie looked to me. And for one brief moment everything seemed to come together and I felt happy, almost indestructible in a way. It’s funny, that simple little moment of contact moment moved me in a very, very profound way.”

— Stardust Memories