And if a few other people come along who discover my music because they in some natural way come across my music, cool.

Make sure you stay in touch with beauty instead of letting the ugliness of the world corrupt your soul

Making art is about accepting what’s going on around you and turning it into

What's gone will never come back, but it exists when you think of it.

I still love with all my heart anything that I have ever loved in my life.

That's what I spend most of my time doing, breathing a lot. I like air.

When the intellectual part of guitar playing overrides the spiritual, you don't get to extreme heights.

Even if my songs are a bit low-spirited, they make me happy. I become happy when I hear sad songs. When you sing about sad things in a beautiful way, the atmosphere turns upside down

Music is my friend, no matter where I go.

The imagination is the most real world that we know because we each know it first hand.

In the Chili Peppers I'm a part of that world in a pretty big world and that's just the way it is.

Tell me this is a nightmare

Just focus on me, ” I whispered to her, nipping her earlobe. “Nothing matters here but us. The way you feel. The way I feel. The way we feel together.

I've never had a humble opinion in my life. If you're going to have one why bother to be humble about it?

Even theologians, even the great theologians of the thirteenth century, even Saint Thomas Aquinas himself did not trust to faith alone, or assume the existence of God.

I think I can be relatively attractive when I dress up, but I'm not Julia Roberts or Catherine Zeta Jones.

Often the grind of book promotion wearies you of your own book - though at the same time this frees you from its clutches.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

Those that are above business.

The first thing we pulled out was a lump of white gunk. “Wax,” Carter pronounced. “Fascinating.