When you think the night has seen your mind, That inside your twisted and unkind, Let me stand to show that you are blind. Please put down you hands cause I see you. I'll be you mirror.

Families that live out in the suburbs often make each other cry.

When I was in college, I had a jazz radio show. I called it 'Excursion on a Wobbly Rail,' after a Cecil Taylor song. I used to run around the Village following Ornette Coleman wherever he played.

Let's do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist

Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.

Looking through the viewfinder for me is like being in a movie theater. That's what I like about it.

Teach them about anger, the sin that comes with dawning. Teach them about flowers, and the beauty of forgiveness.