I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

My head's a carousel of pictures and The spinning never stops.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I find that life is easier when it is just a blur With no details to confuse who or what or where I was So when the ending comes the full regret will be obscure

I think there's so much about Rasta culture that's interesting. Just the idea of preaching one-ness, that we're all in this together.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

It's not a movie, no private screening This method acting, well, I call that living

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories

I like to feel the burn of the audience's eyes when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone.

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.

You should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, because it's the ones with the sorest throats who have done the most singing.

And I learned that sometimes when someone says something so devastatingly perfect, there isn't a need for a response. The words said it all.

Just as courage imperils life fear protects it.

I can't watch TV longer than five minutes without praying for nuclear holocaust.

That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.

I'm pretty sure whoever said, people are wonderful spent very little time with people.

Enriching others is the only way to get rich, if that is what we desire. The more we serve, the more we deserve, getting what we give, no more and no less.

When you know that you're capable of dealing with whatever comes, you have the only security the world has to offer.

Wherever you are you will always be in my heart.

In part because they had no choice, right? If you were a slave, you did what the master said. And they said to worship: "You're going to worship with us."

Artists instinctively want to reflect humanity, their own and each other's, in all its intermittent virtue and vitality, frailty and fallibility.