Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

I hold no preference among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.

most of my wandering in the desert i've done alone. not so much from choice as from necessity - i generally prefer to go into places where no one else wants to go. i find that in contemplating the natural world my pleasure is greater if there are not too many others contemplating it with me, at the same time.

What did Jesus say to the headwaiter at the Last Supper? 'Separate checks, please.'

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

All revolutions have failed? Perhaps. But rebellion for good cause is self- justifying -- a good in itself. Rebellion transforms slaves into human beings, if only for an hour.