As a child I spent a lot of time at the library.

I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people living ordinary lives.

I dressed up as a veterinarian for a Halloween costume party. I had the lab coat. I got a couple of stuffed animals for patients and put bandages on them.

There's a power in words. There's a power in being able to explain and describe and articulate what you know and feel and believe about the world, and about yourself.

At this point in my life Id like to live as if only love mattered.

So don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth 'Cause all that you have is your soul.

We all must live our lives always feeling, always thinking the moment has arrived.

I don't try to project any image at all, other than the person that I am.

Why do babies starve /When there's enough food to feed the world /Why when there's so many of us /Are there people still alone

We are the spirit, the collective conscience. We create the pain, and suffering, and beauty in this world.

You have to pay attention to the moment and make it the best it can be for you. I've been trying to do that. It's really made a major difference for me. I'm a happier person.

The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can't save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly.

Do I haste to live? Definitely, no. I endeavour to surpass tomorrow's me.

There is a lot to do in life than to get bored with.

I don't have examples in my life of people who are all good or bad; I have deeply loved many people who are both, and I relate to those kinds of people on a far greater level.

The poor and ignorant will continue to lie and steal as long as the rich and educated show them how.

Second violins can play a concerto perfectly if they're in their own home and nobody's there.

I am deeply romantic and a genuine yet complex person.

I think the human race needs to think about killing. How much evil must we do to do good?

All the bayonets of the Army cannot force the Negro into our homes, into our schools, our churches and our places of recreation and amusement.

The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.