It is my heart that's late, it is my song that's flown.

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.

You've got your Brain, Google, and most importantly, you've got Youtube. Use'em!

When the imagination takes over, the second hand could be the hour hand to a creator of stories.

Like charity, I believe glamour should begin at home.

Being a founder is like being a parent. You always stay involved.

Writing 'February' made me realize that breaking form is a way of letting the song be human.

Remember that anybody who is clever enough to set you free is clever enough to enslave you.

Peace may be negotiated by politicians, but it is something written in hearts and minds not on pieces of paper

I wonder whether there is such a thing as critical art. I suppose there are portraits of people who could destroy you.

All public resources go to the rich. The poor, if they can survive in the labor market, fine. Otherwise, they die. That's economics in a nutshell.

Now that another is suffering pain at thy hand, trust not that thy heart shall be exempt from affliction.