“That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….”

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

I’m kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness.

There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

The only solution is to confront them – confront yourself – with the greatest fear imaginable.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

All our songs are about love, travel and death.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be….To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

People are strange when you’re a stranger.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.

Everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that’s bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains.

I know I need a work ethic to match my talent.

My books standing there on the shelf do not know that I have written them.

There is no fire like lust, no sickness like hatred, no sorrow like separateness, no joy like peace.No disease is worse than greed, no suffering worse than selfish passion. Know this, and seek nirvana as the highest joy.

They think they can make fuel from horse manure – now, I don’t know if your car will be able to get 30 miles to the gallon, but it’s sure gonna put a stop to siphoning.

You’ve gotta have somebody to trust, that knows a lot.

I think I know what it is but don’t ask me to play it.

I can only sing songs my way. I don’t know any other way.

A legend is an old man with a cane known for what he used to do. I’m still doing it.