I'm an artist and I get very attached to my own little ditties.

It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

Sometimes, out of really horrible things come really beautiful things.

I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I'm his dad, I'm also his friend.

I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.

My days are whatever I want them to be. I don't have to go worry about chasing some chemical to make me feel OK for a minute, and then make me feel worse.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

To be 26 years old and lose your left heart ventricle was probably the most dramatic thing that's ever happened to me in my life...

You can live your whole life not realizing that what you're looking for is right in front of you.

Glass & peace alike betray proof of fragility under repeated blows.

I sometimes listen to music I made and find it to be something I wouldn't want to buy from a store, if there was a store. When it's like that, you have to make what you want to hear.

Perhaps it is this theory of all work and no play that has made the Marxist such a very dull boy.

The world is nothing but change, our life is only perception.

Anything that makes your mother cry is fun

Today, almost all-current technologies put the speed of light to work.

The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves it it is dumb. [Lat., Nunquam aedepol temere tinniit tintinnabulum; Nisi quis illud tractat aut movet, mutum est, tacet.]

Within alpinism's narrow framework we seek transcendence and relentlessly pursue what remains hidden from us on flat ground: our true selves.

He who takes not counsel of the Unseen and Silent, from him will never come real visibility and speech.