Every human being is a raindrop. And when enough of the raindrops become clear and coherent they then become the power of the storm.

Sometimes when it rains, it's not that simple, when the sky has reasons to cry.

I'm just a human being trying to make it in a world that is very rapidly losing it's understanding of being human.

The strength of the poetry as we enter into whatever it is we are entering into, will be determined by the clarity of the thinking we put into it.

We must go beyond the arrogance of human rights. We must go beyond the ignorance of civil rights. We must step into the reality of natural rights because all of the natural world has a right to existence and we are only a small part of it. There can be no trade-off.

I don't write as much now as I used to, but I write. The lines still come, maybe periodically, and I'll go through these little bursts of time where I write a lot of things then a long period of time where maybe I don't write anything. Or these lines will come into my head and I'll write 'em down in a little book, just little sets of lines, but I won't try to make stories or poems out of them. I'm doing a lot of that now, just the lines.

We're all human beings and we all have feelings. And we all live in this industrial meat grinder where we don't really understand love anymore.