People Like Beauty And Purity. They Pretend

It Will Not Fall Away. Man Cannot Judge It. For Art Sings Of God, And Ultimately Belongs To Him.

Why Do People Want To Know Exactly Who I Am? Am I A Poet? Am I This Or That? I've Always Made People Wary. First They Called Me A Rock Poet. Then I Was A Poet That Dabbled In Rock. Then I Was A Rock Person Who Dabbled In Art.

Will You Pretend You're My Boyfriend?

Freedom Is...the Right To Write The Wrong Words.

Toyland, Toyland . . . Once You Pass Its Portals You May Never Return Again.