What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre