If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

I feel capitol punishment is dooming U.S.A.

They, that unnamed they, they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up -- and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?