There's a good deal in common between the mind's eye and the TV screen, and though the TV set has all too often been the boobtube, it could be, it can be, the box of dreams.

The creative adult is the child who has survived.

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I'm going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I'm going to unbuild walls.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.

There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

To some life is a complaint, to some it is a competition and to some it is a conquest.

Or maybe I'd do what I always do - hang out and see what develops. Fatalist to the core.

. . . as people serve, they grow in capacity. The time and effort is not a sacrifice because there is returned more than is given.

I'm the best and I'll thank you to remember that.

Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheering companion when I had no other to fly to, a delightful solace.

I'm a stranger wherever I go, but I'm happy.

Such a bad mistake it would be, to embark on marriage and adult life without a nice supply of duct tape.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

Life is just a lie with an 'F' in it, and death is definite

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions.