The Children's Justice Campaign reminds us of our sacred obligation as adults to raise ourselves into consciousness so that our children may thrive.
There's a black rose growing in your garden.
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
It is necessary to study these words you have written, for the words have a longer history than you have and say more than you know.
The picture is a self-sufficient work of art. It is not connected to anything outside.
I don't want to be a full-time member of Pink Floyd all my life.
I find righteous denunciations of the present state of the language no less dismaying than the present state of the language.