Follow your heart and you won't get lost.

Don't forget that love is all you came here for, not anything less. Need I say more?

I think everybody, no matter what they eat, they should eat at least fifty percent raw food. But I eat some seafood.

Blessed is this life, I'm gonna celebrate being alive.

The ocean inspires me because there's the energy of the water moving.

I used to want to be fully observational, but I'm just not that kind of writer. My process always changes depending on how, when, and where inspiration stiles me.

The mountains inspire me because they are just still and they have such a strong, quiet presence that feels very old.

If I hear a really good song it's like, oh man, I want to write a song that good. But the urge to create mostly comes from nature, weather and I think it just effects me.

Nothing has happened too fast, nothing has happened too slow. It has been a mellow rise, and I'm thankful for that. I haven't lost my head, and I haven't lost my desire to keep growing.

I think most artists would agree, it's one thing to be playing in front of a crowd that's loving it, it's another thing to add cameras, but it's a really cool trade off to be on television.

It's cool to be healthy now! It's cool to, like, drink fresh juices and drink Kombucha and all that stuff.

There’s only one power in the world great enough to help us rise above the difficult things we face: the power of God.

And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather are metaphors.

In contrast, fear societies are societies in which dissent is banned.

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

A selfless act out of even the purest desire to do for others, will be selfish in the satisfaction and happiness it brings to one doing it.

I don't look like who I am.

Creativity requires a lot of pass/fail/start again and it is often hard on the psyche.

When I finish a job, I surrender it completely. I have to, because after that, it really is out of my hands.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.

Is the human condition not defined by an endless struggle to control the ego's subterfuges?