Sit back picture yourself swooping up a shell of purple with foam crests of crystal drops soft nigh they fall unto the sea of morning creep-very-softly mist...and then sort of cascade tinkley-bell like (must I take you by the hand, every so slowly type) and then conglomerate suddenly into a peal of silver vibrant uncomprehendingly, blood singingly, joyously resoundingbells....By my faith if this be insanity, then for the love of God permit me to remain insane.

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

Destroy yourself physically and morally and insist that all true brothers do likewise as an expression of unity.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

I feel I've got 10 books in me.

Let there be songs to fill the air.