« [We] were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. […] That was the first time I tasted fear. […] The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls or the ghosts of those dead Indians… maybe one or two of 'em… were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they're still in there. »