I don't think that artists of any kind would or could sacrifice their artistic freedom by being more responsible with their influence on people, especially young people.

Ayurveda is a sister philosophy to yoga. It is the science of life or longevity and it teaches about the power and the cycles of nature, as well as the elements.

Pranayama is the practice of breath control. The word prana refers not only to breath, but also to air and life itself.

That's a girl's life for the rest of her days- somewhere between a lollipop and shots.

I'm not a morning person.

When you are balanced and when you listen and attend to the needs of your body, mind, and spirit, your natural beauty comes out.

Parents should be the most important examples for their children.

I tried acupuncture, the patch, and hypnosis, but found that I needed to do it alone - when the time was right for me.

Yoga gave me the ability to calm down.

Most of us harbour a significant amount of subconscious fear about death, and act out of this fear in our daily lives.

Any spirituality can be enhanced with the practice or study of yoga.

You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it rheumatics.

The true worth of a man is not seen in the value his money gives him but in the value he gives his money by the uses he puts it to

They still didn’t talk on the bus, but it had become a less confrontational silence. Almost friendly. (But not quite.)

There's a difference between being politically incorrect and boorish. And we've seen that line crossed a dozen times by smart people who've mistaken politics for punditry.

Israel is not an aviary.

It would be wonderful if I can inspire others, who are struggling to realize their dreams, to say 'if this country kid could do it, let me keep slogging away'.

People think I look odd onstage. But the way I deal with being incredibly nervous is by concentrating really hard.

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker.

I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener, and it's in the blood.

I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.