Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

It's coming to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on.

Probably all cultures, certainly Western culture, always have been violent.

Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.