A lot of people tend to think that because I need all this time on my own in the studio, that I need time on my own, period. And that's not really true.

My core beliefs revolve around the idea that we should live to the best of our abilities-we should live and let live.

The ocean is a central image. It is the symbolism of a great journey.

Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.

My mouth is a womb. My teeth are my children. My tongue is their babysitter.

As with anything creative, change is inevitable.

Fame and success are very different things.

You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is

My first language is Gaelic.

I'm not one for walking the beaches humming a melody. I love the discipline of sitting in the studio, writing and listening. That is my domain.

The moon upon the ocean is swept around in motion, but without ever knowing.

Wonder is the beginning of wisdom in learning from books as well as from nature.

I don't understand how I can always want to sleep, hate waking up, and yet be afraid of death.

Concentrate on the goodness in the other, rather than the difference.

It is an anomaly that information, the one thing most necessary to our survival as choosers of our own way, should be a commodity subject to the same merchandising rules as chewing gum.

If you are in here tonight and you have never contemplated suicide…you've never truly been in love. If you're in here tonight and you have never contemplated murder…you've never been divorced.

Alexander created cities everywhere he passed: I have left dreams everywhere I have trailed my life.

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

Fear and faith cannot coexist in our hearts at the same time.

My mother just wanted me to forget it. So, of course, every word was immediately, irrevocably branded into my brain.

Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?