Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn't mean he lacks vision.

God gave me life to continue to do things that I would never have done.

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it

We all have ability. The difference is how we use it.

Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the Gods. So let us celebrate the struggle!

I can't say that I'm always writing in my head but I do spend a lot of time in my head writing or coming up with ideas. And what I do usually is write the music and melody and then, you know, maybe the basic idea. But when I feel that I don't have a song or just say, God, please give me another song. And I just am quiet and it happens.

"Happiness exists I feel it. I cried for my soul, I cried for the world's soul. The world has a beautiful soul."

"What came is gone forever every time"

"Not even the human imagination satisfies the endless emptiness of the soul."

"Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone."

"Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness."

"The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene"

"I learned a world from each / one whom I loved"

"I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator."

"Who can live with this Consciousness and not wake frightened at sunrise?"

"Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!"

"The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open."

"Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow."

"In my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night"

"Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river! Dreams! adorations! illumnations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!"

"To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard."

"What sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination"

"What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?"

"I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild."