I probably get strangers coming up to me two or three times a week to just say something nice.

You don't love me. If you really knew me, you wouldn't love me. You love who you think I am. And don't pretend that you know me. Because I don't even know myself.

I know I was born and I know that I'll die... The in between is mine. I Am Mine

It's saying, just stop, and be together. Don't talk now, just breathe and feel each other's presence.

Music's at its best when it has a purpose.

I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me.

The smallest oceans still make big big waves.

Music saved me; I mean, my upbringing was like a hurricane, and music was the tree I held onto.

It's a mystery to me; We have a greed, with which we have agreed. You think you have to want more than you need. Until you have it all, you won't be free.

The love received is the love that is saved.

I've got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts.

Flowers, trees, and leaves are all gorgeous expressions of nature’s innate joy. Notice the bounty surrounding you.

When you love with kindness it will never give you heartaches.

For one must label a thought with language for one can understand the meaning of the thinking mind.

A story conducted by the time of a clock and calendars alone would be a story not of human beings but of mechanical toys.

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married. Write down the advice of him who loves you, though you like it not at present. He that has no children brings them up well

Thanks in part to the Patriot Act, the federal government has been able to demand some details of your online activities from service providers - and not to tell you about it.

Sometimes the more you think about an outfit the worse it gets.

Love is wonderful, amazing, and the best thing that can happen to us.

Madness is the absolute break with the work of art; it forms the constitutive moment of abolition, which dissolves in time the truth of the work of art.