“Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal”

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they’re emotionally dead.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.

My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day’s divinity! First thing you see!!

Most people love you for who you pretend to be.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

The time to hesitate is through.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.

Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.

Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.

It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.

Nobody knows what you feel inside unless you tell them.

It wasn’t until I was 37 that I grasped the great truth that you’ve got to write your own books and nobody else’s, and then everything followed from there.

Nobuddy ever listened t’ reason on a empty stomach.

Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.

Nobody knows I’m Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I’ve got the perfect disguise.

This is getting funny, but there ain’t nobody laughing.

The resurrection was God’s way of stamping PAID IN FULL right across history so that nobody could miss it.