Artists have a unique ability to paint the world, and to help people see injustice. They do it not with guns, but with pens and guitars and paintbrushes.

When we give ourselves permission to go wherever our outlandish thoughts take us, we feel that rush of creativity and excitement.

Whether the changes that are coming in your life will be unexpected or determined by your choices and actions, the wheels are in motion. The adventure has just begun.

When you find your passion, turn a deaf ear to the naysayers and follow your dreams.

Spend one more day in pursuit of art that only you can produce, and somewhere, someone is envying your courage to do just that.

Putting our art out there is one of the biggest risks we can take. It's a special kind of vulnerability. It takes guts to be an artist.

I've realized I don't need to keep looking for my path. I'm already on it. I just need to trust where it leads.

As artists, it is our job to question the rules and ask if they are relevant or outdated, necessary or arbitrary, helpful or oppressive.

If your art is calling to you, its doing so for a reason. You are feeling a pull toward something for which your soul is yearning.

It's ever so fun and fulfilling to be clever, but more lasting and effective to be consistent.

Never let your goals or convictions get in the way of living your life. It's not about who dies with more, it's about who lived the most.

One mustn't dream of one's future

The future was something I had resolutely ignored. If didn't put my full attention to the day at hand, I was afraid that the impenetrable dark on the horizon would engulf me

Everyone has a breaking point. Deny it, and you'll blind yourself to know when you've reached yours.

Defense is a definite part of the game, and a great part of defense is learning to play it without fouling.

Knowing record labels and knowing the kinds of things they would object to-they just object to everything that's interesting.

Reverence invites Revelation

. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .

I'm fighting Miguel Cotto on May 5th because Miss Pac Man is ducking me

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

I love the traveling, of course. Not the flying, but the actual traveling.