It's alright all of us all living saying 'oh well there's enough of us so we won't have anymore, don't let anybody else live.' I don't believe in that.

If art were to redeem man, it could do so only by saving him from the seriousness of life and restoring him to an unexpected boyishness.

Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.

Nothing will stop me, and whether I'm here or wherever I may be, I'll always have the same feelings, I'll say what I feel.

I used to hide my real emotions in gobbledegook, like in In His Own Write. When I wrote teenage poems, I wrote in gobbledegook because I was always hiding my real emotions from Mimi.

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

There is no problem only solutions