Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure

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

A poem is a naked person.

Ain't it hard when you discover that, he wasn't really where it's at, after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel?