Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.

Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

I think a poet is anybody who wouldn't call himself a poet.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would recite their poetry. When you don't have a guitar, you recite things differently, and there used to be quite a few poets in the jazz clubs, who would recite with a different type of attitude.

For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.