God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

Let Me Feel Your Love One More Time Before I Abandon It.

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.