A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of the radio, and the nasty words of a hateful song.It seemed like so much of modern music, a din to drive human beings mad.
I don't know whether I'm the hero or the victim of this tale. But either way, shouldn't I dominate it? I'm the one really telling it, after all.
Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
I'll write about my past but I won't talk about it. I'll turn it into art if I can, but I won't talk about it.
You are on the threshold of a great journey, and you must begin to think in terms of what you can do as a powerful spiritual and biological being. Stop with the self-loathing. Stop with imagery of ‘the damned' this and ‘the damned' that! We are not damned. We never were.
Genealogy belongs to the rich in human history. The poor rise and fall without leaving a footprint.
The silent ebb and flow of life without change seemed deadly to me.
Everything that is conscious, aware of itself, has a soul.
Can't always be the living legend..