I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

If everything else were still the same, he'd have felt Zee's absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had been.

The grateful heart sits at a continuous feast.

Meditation is like a bath for the mind; it clears and refreshes our windows of perception, allowing more light, love, and happiness to flow into lives.

We want our sound to go into the soul of the audience, and see if it can awaken some little thing in their minds... 'Cause there are so many sleeping people.

My mom was the poster girl for the Marines. So she was in the poster saying, "I want you." My parents were both Marines.

I've learned that getting what you want gives you a pretty high batting average, and leaves you plenty to struggle for.

Whats more important than recipes is how we think about food, and a good cookbook should open up a new way of doing just that.

Racial distinctions should not play a role in sport.

All we have to do is listen. The Good Lord gave us two ears and only one mouth, my dear white-headed mother used to say.

My father used to tell me about how musicians don't have respect from people and he was afraid about my future.