I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'm a giraffe.

The reality is, we can change. We can change ourselves. We can change our minds. We can change our hearts. And therefore the universe changes.

I don't regret anything. Everything happens for a reason-it's part of the healing process. Life is a healing process.

Always walk towards open doors. And if they slam shut in your face, kick that sucker in and keep going.

I can’t remember that I was ever looking for anything. I was waiting for something to touch me. It’s like, I’ll be open to it, and see if it moves me. There has to be a "falling in love" moment.

In saving Tibet, you save the possibility that we are all brothers, sisters.

Everyone responds to kindness.

There are times when telling lies are not a bad thing. It can be a compassionate thing. But to make it benign, you have to be aware of your compassionate reasons for telling that lie.

I'm younger than I once was. Internally. Less self-conscious. Less insecure.

I don't think that bravery is about skin. Bravery is about a willingness to show emotional need.

People get offended by animal rights campaigns. It's ludicrous. It's not as bad as mass animal death in a factory.

Perspective, patience, & trust. One derived from the past, one applied now, and one for the future. Powerful allies for your journey in life.

One sometimes finds what one is not looking for.

If nothing will finally survive of life besides what artists report of it, we have no right to report what we know to be lies.

Yes, I am an Irish lass through and through.

As long as anything in this world means anything to you, your freedom is only a word. You are like a bird that is held by a leash; you can only fly so far.

If you hear Bing Crosby trying to swing, it doesn't work. He swings like a rusty gate.

And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.

Here's how I'm going to beat you. I'm going to outwork you. That's it. That's all there is to it.

In past times when one lived in contact with nature, abstraction was easy; it was done unconsciously. Now in our denaturalized age abstraction becomes an effort.

Exaggerated portrayals apparently destroy desire more effectively than any repression.