This world belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak. We must face up to this. No more than right that it should be this way. We must learn to accept it as a law of the natural world. The rabbits accept their role in the ritual and recognize the wolf as the strong. In defense, the rabbit becomes sly and frightened and elusive and he digs holes and hides when the wolf is about. And he endures, he goes on. He knows his place. He most certainly doesn't challenge the wolf to combat. Now, would that be wise? Would it?

He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.

Allen Ginsberg is a tremendous warrior as time goes by. He's a warrior first and a poet second.

When you love someone it is forever, or it was never really love at all.

Your trouble is, you keep trying to unscrew the unscrutable.

What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.

There's a lot of people who don't understand the circle crops in England. Pure enigma.