I stopped hating and started just being. My whole life, I had been the most defensive person you'd meet, unable to tolerate any criticism. But now I started listening and being.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

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

When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn't otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

Music itself was color-blind but the media and the radio stations segregate it based on their perceptions of the artists.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

Every time you empty your vessel of that energy, fresh new energy comes flooding in.

Our media are completely lost in a wilderland of moral equivalence, eagerly prostituting themselves to monsters and terrorists.

What I have done is packaged the time-honored information into a process that is doable and has inspired millions to act on it.

There are people who are younger than I who are more uptight than I am. It's not necessarily an age thing. I mean nobody is offering me 20-year old leads any more.

If I could go to Kabul and not die, I would go back to Afghanistan as soon as I could. And, that was the most interesting place that I've been to.

A soul, therefore, when deprived of the Word of God, is given up unarmed to the devil for destruction

For America's economic future to remain prosperous, we must encourage pro-growth policies so that we continue to be the leader in innovation and entrepreneurship.

Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.

I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.

There is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse.

The Painter who seeks popularity in Art closes the door upon his own genius.