I dance/for the joy of surviving, at the edge of the road.

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.

Freedom is difficult…but we have never had to put a wall up to keep the people in.

The less they know, the more they know it all.

With television, we vault ourselves into a continuous, incoherent present.

I did it for the money. But its not worth much if you cant face yourself in the mirror. Respect is the ultimate currency.

I've always had an urge to feed my need to have fun and feel free. I don't see any interesting alternatives.

He is very foolish who aims at satisfying all the world and his father.

I'm finally locked into the now, and it's great.

Jesus said that when confronted with Caesar's coin, to render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's but unto God what is God's.

Folks, just a few minutes of my voice can change a life.

How many things are there which I do not want.