So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.