I Am Nobody But Myself.

Without The Possibility Of Action, All Knowledge Comes To One Labeled 'file And Forget.'

Having Tried To Give Pattern To The Chaos Which Lives Within The Pattern Of Your Certainties, I Must Come Out, I Must Emerge.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

Whence All This Passion Toward Conformity Anyway? – Diversity Is The Word. Let Man Keep His Many Parts And You'll Have No Tyrant States . Why, If They Follow This Conformity Business They'll End Up By Forcing Me, An Invisible Man, To Become White, Which Is Not A Color But The Lack Of One. Must I Strive Toward Colorlessness? But Seriously, And Without Snobbery, Think Of What The World Would Lose If That Should Happen. America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.

I Do Not Know If All Cops Are Poets, But I Know That All Cops Carry Guns With Triggers.