There's something so remarkable in the intensity of taking care of somebody who can't take care of him or herself. And then watching that little person bloom into adolescence.

Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that's where it's really at.

Your kids require you most of all to love them for who they are, not to spend your whole time trying to correct them.

The US is indeed a terrorist nation. ...It's also the greatest purveyor of violence on earth over the past half century, and the foremost threat to world peace today.

Everything was absolutely ideal on the day I bombed the Pentagon.

I think Bowe Bergdahl, if he deserted, is a hero - I think throughout history we should build monuments to the unknown deserters.

The only path to the final defeat of imperialism and the building of socialism is revolutionary war.

Guilty as hell. Free as a bird. America is a great country.

You need to find a way to live your life, that it doesn't make a mockery of your values.

I don't regret setting bombs.

I'm not so much against the war as I am for a Vietnamese victory. I'm not so much for peace as for a U.S. defeat.

The silver flask called to him.Blue Coyote Motel

One day you look in the mirror and you see your parents' sadness in your eyes.

New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.

We're born with success. It is only others who point out our failures, and what they attribute to us as failure.

I think their pasts are treated with a voice that sees their role as those of innocents. That's reflected in the past time sequences. They're less "written."

In case of doubt, push on just a little further and then keep on pushing.

In vocal prayer we speak to God; in mental prayer he speaks to us. It is then that God pours Himself into us.

Art is too important not to share.

It's one of the properties of love to love what is loved by the person we love.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.