Poets, with no sponsors, no agenda, are the truest form of freedom today, bleeding out every drop of themselves for the world to either hate or devour.

Lies are served like a fine delicacy. But beware, the truth of it all will sour, lodge in your throat, and choke your very existence if you continue to believe them.

Some want to be writers when life permits it. There is no part-time in being a writer. It’s an all-in way of living your life through words and feelings scratched out with a pen.

The same things that make you unique in this world, make you a target for the archers consumed by fear and jealousy.

Digging deep inside you as a writer will damn near kill you at times. But in the end, your words will be true and undeniable for the reader, and that is all that ever really matters in writing.

As a writer, a poet, you’re not alone in wanting to be alone. Your work is a friendship that never leaves you.

I was a poet. I had no expectations other than creating a world of art with words that would live on long after I was gone.

They say, poetry is dead. I say, was there ever a time they had a clue of what the state of poetry is?

Each morning the winds of the city moan and weep with lost souls clinging to hope of reliving the memories of yesterday.

Becoming a writer does not mean words will suddenly flow with perfection from your pen. It takes hard work, rejection, and the willingness to lay everything inside you out for the world to see.

For the writer, madness should seep slowly out of them from the world they endure each day.

I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.

May the flowers of spring bring beauty and joy to your world everyday.

By this means the government may secretly and unobserved, confiscate the wealth of the people, and not one man in a million will detect the theft.

I give you soul. I give you wisdom and light and music and a bit of laughter. Also, I am the world's greatest horseplayer.

There is no best teacher. Life itself is the teacher. There is no best method. All that matters is that it works.

I have finally become my own genre, and now that's what publishers want. I have a wonderful publisher now, Mulholland, very innovated, very fine people working there.

I don't expect to go hungry if I decide to leave the University. Resume: Linux looks pretty good in many places.

Those South Africans who berate me for being loyal to our friends, literally they can go and throw themselves into a pool. I am not going to betray the trust of those who helped us.

The networks are not some chicken-coop manufacturing lobby whose calls nobody returns.

How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?