My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

My activism does not need proof to be real. It exists in the work of my bones against weight in the morning.

I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one.

Speech is the gift of all, but the thought of few.

Everything is interconnected. My interest is linked to everyone else's. Our survival and future are linked. Therefore the destruction of your so-called enemy is actually the destruction of your self.

Tommy told Sal about the strange white-cloth figure with black stitches that he had found on the front porch. "Sounds like Pillsbury Doughboy gone punk," Sal said.

One reproduces only that which is striking; that is to say, the necessary. Thus, one's recollections and inventions are liberated from the tyranny which nature exerts.

I'll be dammed if I sit around another year, Dreamin' dreams hopin' somehow that they just appear.

No other man will have you

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Because this age and the next age Engender in the ditch, No man can know a happy man From any passing wretch, If Folly link with Elegance No man knows which is which.