I'm considering writing a self-help book and giving people 20 cents to read it. This way, I can be sure they all get new paradigms.

The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose. Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.

Life is a web of intersections and choices. Your 1st choice is to recognize an intersection. Your 2nd choice is to be grateful for it.

Get off the treadmill of consumption, replication, and mediocrity. Begin lifting the weights of creativity, originality, and success.

A professional headshot in front of a bookshelf says you're an intellectual. A professional headshot peeking though a bookshelf says you're probably under a restraining order.

One of my relatives invented the sensory deprivation tank. Appropriately, most of my family has never seen or heard of him.

When I first tried a sensory deprivation tank, people thought I had lost my mind. In fact, I had found it.

I've never written a quote I feel would be suitable for my gravestone. Wouldn't it be ironic if it were this one? Oh, and could you pull a few weeds while you're here?

The best cure for a stick up your butt is a dog to play fetch with.

Part of my soul goes into each quote I write. A book of my quotes can be yours for just $19.99.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Mirrors are dangerous things. They can just as easily tell us what we don't like as what we do. Yet in truth you can't tell anything from a reflection, as a reflection is actually empty.

There are worse things than a lie... I have found... that it may be well to choose one sin in order that another may be shunned.

I disagree with the widely held view that it is metaphysical necessity, not nomological, that matters in the mind/body problem.

My perfect plan is to do one movie every nine months.

If we are given gold, would we not test it to determine it's value? If we doubted its genuineness - we would test it by fire...and so God with us.

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.

One of the beauties of an economy coordinated by price movements is that nobody has to understand it in order for it to work.

I didn't know what some of the stuff on Astral Weeks was about until years later.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by