I listen to all types of different music. I go to different festivals. I'm around music.

Of puns it has been said that those most dislike who are least able to utter them.

O black and unknown bards of long ago How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How in your darkness did you come to know The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?

Of all calamities this is the greatest.

Better a living beggar than a buried emperor.

there are no houses to wife. only window seats to occupy when the weather needs changing & waters to flow past our ankles on Sundays as we fish.

Change is like the skin peeling off of a snake. It is slow. It is sticky. And sometimes you have to rub against a hard place to pull yourself through it. But in the end, you realize that it was worth...

During this time (at high school) I discovered the Public Library... It was here that I found a source of knowledge and the means to acquire it by reading, a habit of learning which I still follow to...

I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'll bring out my shining moons. If one cannot handle the darkness, then one should not deserve the lig...

Along with voting, jury duty, and paying taxes, goofing off is one of the central obligations of American citizenship. So when my friends Joel and Stephen and I play hooky from our jobs in the middle...

All is a forever.

Don't waste your tremendous voice writing messages in the sand.

Majority is not always right. The fact that many people are in support of a wrong thing does not make the thing right. After all, the number of persons with poor reasoning capacity is higher than thos...

I constantly pack my pockets full of worthless trinkets, and in such misguided gorging I leave my heart empty and my soul emaciated because I have forgotten everything but trinkets.

I once believed soft, warm, beautiful things could never flourish in an environment of hard concrete and cold, dark bricks.

Dollar bill: people spend their whole life seeking to earn it, but won't spend 10 minutes seeking to learn it.

Each of us is a unique thread, woven into the beautiful fabric, of our collective consciousness.

Every writer on this planet THINKS he is a great writer (why waste your entire life writing when you believe you are mediocre?) but its deemed socially unacceptable to actually speak out such thoughts...

An great building will never stand if you neglect the small bricks.

I have a suspicion that when first built, Stonehenge may have glowed blue with St. Elmo's fire during certain times of the year