“I don’t like anything in the mainstream and they don’t like me.”

Mummy, I woke today and there was a Lincoln Log in me sock drawer! … That’s the story of Jesus.

How do I know the Bible isn’t the word of God? Well if it was the word of God it would be clear and easy to understand…considering God was the creator of LANGUAGE!

I’m just trying to rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective unconscious.

Don’t look at the hole in the doughnut. Look at the whole doughnut.

I consider myself to be flawed, but I made it work. I’m not perfect. Anybody who thinks they are is whacked-out.

All day long you see those commercials: ‘Here’s Your Brain, Just Say No’…and the next commercial is: ‘This Bud’s For You.’

If we might be able to save this world, how can we walk away? Too many people around here have given up! Galloran said heroes sacrifice for causes; they do things that others hide from. I may not be some great hero, but I won’t hide from this. I would never live with myself.

Seeing ahead is fun. But pushing is very hard work.

Folks, it’s time to evolve. That’s why we’re troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything’s failing? It’s because, um – they’re no longer relevant. We’re supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs. You do know that, right?

Oh my God. Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception that I might know only reality and only you.

We have to modernize how we make laws.

People say to me, Hey, Bill, the war made us feel better about ourselves. Really? What kind of people are these with such low self-esteem that they need a war to feel better about themselves?

I’m very tired of staring out into your vacant faces looking back at me. Wanting to fill your empty lives with humor you couldn’t possibly think of yourself… Good evening!

Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough to make you a productive member of society, and alcohol from Friday to Monday to keep you too stupid to figure out the prison that you are living in.

The war on drugs to me is absolutely phoney, its so obviously phoney, ok? It’s a war against our civil rights, that’s all it is. They’re using it to make us afraid to go out at night, afraid of each other, so that we lock ourselves in our homes and they get suspending our rights one by one.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.

For then only will you be strong, when you cherish the laws, and when the revolutionary attempts of lawless men shall have ceased.

A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you… where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.

There is nothing revolutionary whatsoever about the control of women’s bodies by men.

Our thinking and feeling are still running in the old cycles, our process may be ‘revolutionary’ but not transformative.

. The work of art is revolutionary; the house is conservative.

Islam is a revolutionary faith that comes to destroy any government made by man.

The liturgical movement must become a revolutionary movement seeking to overthrow the forces that continue to destroy the promise, the hope, the vision.

Loving ourselves is a revolutionary act!