They were looking for a stable, but we didn't have one. In fact, we weren't very stable ourselves.

If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out.

Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.

Anyone who saw Nagasaki would suddenly realize that they'd been kept in the dark by the United States government as to what atomic bombs can do.

Our government is a bird with two right wings... They're devoted to the perpetuation & spread of corporate capitalism.

Freedom of speech is always under attack by Fascist mentality, which exists in all parts of the world, unfortunately.

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder

I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in a new rebirth of wonder.

We have to raise the consciousness; the only way poets can change the world is to raise the consciousness of the general populace.

Poetry must be capable of answering the challenge of apocalytpic times, even if this means sounding apocaltypic.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

You win them to what you win them with.

You can never solve a problem with the same kind of thinking that created the problem in the first place.

There is an ocean of pure vibrant consciousness inside each one of us.

There are no Muslim ghettos in the U.S.

What we are seeking is the nexus of all possible worlds and states of mind, which is within us. The source of yin and yang is within you.

It's hard to define somebody by one movie. I mean, unfortunately, my entire life was basically made by Billy Elliot. It was kind of created by that one catalytic moment.

Holden Caulfield is the best character in literature, period.

I'm a fighter. I am passionate about what I believe. I've been passionate my whole life about the American Constitution.

Truth can stand by itself...If there be but one right [religion], and [Christianity] that one, we should wish to see the nine hundred and ninety-nine wandering sects gathered into the fold of truth.

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.