Forward my mail to Mars.

The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.

The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

AIM BIG, THINK DEEP, WORK HARD, YOU WIN!

In the post-Warhol era a single gesture such as uncrossing one's legs will have more significance than all the pages in War and Peace.

Kids all want to look cool, as if knowledge is a great burden, but they're always looking around. They remember.

If you want to be constructive in politics, the less you look back, the better. If you do look back, then it can only be to learn for yourself through the events that have taken place.

Most crises are not resolved through rhetoric. They are resolved through operations.

Something there is in cyberspace that doesn't love an apostrophe.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

I'm fairy godmothering a girl who sounds like something you put up in the rain.

A pirate spreading misery and ruin over the face of the ocean

Bessie Braddock: "Winston, you're drunk. Churchill: "Bessie, you're ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober.