I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.

Cecilia was made in a living room on a Sony. It was like a little piece of magical fluff, bur it works. El Condor Pasa a Los Incas record that I love. Bridge is a very strong melodic song.

Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.