who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

I want to be a saint, a real saint while I am young, for there is so much work to do.

Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.

Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

Candor disarms paranoia.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.