If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.

I'm determined to stand whether God will deliver me or not.

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?