Amikables Gespräch zwischen dem Maler Michael Goldberg [Beispiele für seine Arbeit] und John Zorn, das an ein, zwei Stellen seltsam wird. Z.B.:

mg I was 17 when I went into the service, I needed my parents' permission. And I went into paratrooper training after basic training, down in Fort Benning. One night this guy from Oklahoma, a big guy who had "King of the Ozarks" shaved into his hair, says to me–this from behind–"Here's our New York Jew!" and lifted me into the air by the elbows as I came out of the shower, with a towel around my waist–wearing clogs. So that night, we slept in double-decker bunks; he was in the upper bunk, and I took a brick and broke both his kneecaps.
jz (laughter)
mg Then they put him in the hospital. I went into the hospital and gave him a concussion with another brick. So that was my reaction to anti-Semitism.
jz That's a good, honest reaction.
mg Precise, it was precise.

Hier eine nette Passage:

jz [...] People come to my house and it's like, where's the furniture? I don't have any furniture. If you want to sit, you sit on the floor. It's a small place, covered wall-to-wall with books, CDs, records, movies, everywhere, and that's it. They freak out–what's going on here? I can't figure this out. There's no kitchen, there's no place to welcome a visitor. I say, "This is where I live."
mg No kitchen in your place? How come?
jz I needed room for books! So I got rid of the kitchen.