I'm not sure about anything as far as religion and spirituality go.

I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people living ordinary lives.

I dressed up as a veterinarian for a Halloween costume party. I had the lab coat. I got a couple of stuffed animals for patients and put bandages on them.

There's a power in words. There's a power in being able to explain and describe and articulate what you know and feel and believe about the world, and about yourself.

At this point in my life Id like to live as if only love mattered.

So don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth 'Cause all that you have is your soul.

We all must live our lives always feeling, always thinking the moment has arrived.

I don't try to project any image at all, other than the person that I am.

Why do babies starve /When there's enough food to feed the world /Why when there's so many of us /Are there people still alone

We are the spirit, the collective conscience. We create the pain, and suffering, and beauty in this world.

You have to pay attention to the moment and make it the best it can be for you. I've been trying to do that. It's really made a major difference for me. I'm a happier person.

One of the biggest favors that you can do for yourself is to accept your loved ones for who they are, and not be constantly disappointed because they are not who you think they should be.

Life has to end, " she said. "Love doesn't.

I threatened him with bodily harm. He promised to bring me cake for the rest of my life.

Are you a monster if you kill monsters, especially if those monsters are inside your head?

A cold atheistical materialism is the tendency of the so-called material philosophy of the present day.

You have to make a decided effort to not get seduced by the Blues.

I never felt I had enough personal style to pursue being just a guitarist.

Man can see his reflection in water only when he bends down close to it, and the heart of man, too, must lean down to the heart of his fellow; then it will see itself within his heart.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

In retrospect, it seems like everything in my life led to me becoming a writer. I just didn't realise it at the time.