Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

I believe in you, even though I be outnumbered.

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

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

Everything's a business. Love, truth, beauty. Conversation is a business. Spirituality is not a business, so it's going to go against the grain of people who are trying to exploit other people.

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

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.