做你自己，因为别人都已经有人做了。

诗歌是灵魂的语言，是无形之物的声音。

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.

你的声音就是你的力量，永远不要让任何人压制它。