I am dying now, but I still have many things to say.

As time goes by, as time goes by, the whip-crack of the years, the precipice of illusions, the ravine that swallows up all human endeavour except the struggle to survive.

Sometimes dreaming is opening your eyes and looking at the world around you.

We are stronger when we listen, and smarter when we share.

Some things never change

To contact the deeper truth of who we are, we must engage in some activity or practice that questions what we assume to be true about ourselves.

I don't know what I'm really good at. I'm really good at sittin' by the pool. I have to work at that. I'm really bad at auditioning.

Poverty is an expensive luxury. We cannot afford it.

I have no interest in making music solely for a white audience. If that's what our audience is, I don't really feel responsible for that.

I don't mind talking about my two daughters, but I don't feel comfortable denying them their privacy.

I didn't realize that I was in a self-made prison of human approval and human acceptance. Didn't even realize it. Most of the prisons we live in we are not conscious of.