Man is a bad animal.

When ya gotta goNow we know what we are here for. We are not here to love fear and serve any old bearded but invisible thunder god. We are here to go.

Man is a bad animal.

Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you?

I enjoy inventing things out of fun. After all, life is a game, not a career.

You should never do two things. You should hammer one nail all your life, and I didn't do that; I hammered on a lot of nails like a xylophone.

The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you?