“I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.”

“Sometimes your music sounds like theres too much inside you. Maybe even you couldnt get it all out. Maybe thats why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.”

“I dont know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think thats why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.”

“People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.”

“Words can't be wood enough for a lot of things. But you know, I guess we have to try.”

“If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?”

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”

“If I am going to be drownedif I am going to be drownedif I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and t...”

“I'm an Earth ecstatic, and my creed is simple: All life is sacred, life loves life, and we are capable of improving our behavior toward one another. As basic as that is, for me it's also tonic and ...”

“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”