I could hardly get to sleep for dreaming of revenge.

I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.

Everywhere I've turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?

And while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set.

I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I've tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied

When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.

I'd been so fascinated by the notion, that I'd forgotten to measure what it was bringing forth. I'd been asleep, dreaming.

The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.

Your actions may not directly define the kind of person you are but the words that come out your mouth surely will.

Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves.

The fight we are in here, make no mistake about it, is a fight of individualism versus collectivism.

Day in and day out, your tax accountant can make or lose you more money than any single person in your life, with the possible exception of your kids

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

There's people been friendly But they'd never be your friends Sometimes this has bent me to the ground

Conquer your thoughts and you will conquer the world.

I'm a family man. I always depend on my family when I am in dire need.

I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.