Lady, running down to the riptide. Taken away to the dark side.

When you think of love do you think of pain?

You're just like, "I like doing this - it's something I have a lot of passion for." You happen to do it, you enjoy songwriting, and eventually if you're writing enough songs, then you fall into it.

Your body exists in the past and your mind exists in the future. In yoga, they come together in the present.

It's really easy to fall into the trap of believing that what we do is more important than what we are. Of course, it's the opposite that's true: What we are ultimately determines what we do!

I think hell's a real place where real people spend a real eternity.

Poorer people tend to watch more television because they can't afford other diversions.

What could be more unjust than hurting an animal or a child? When you've been gifted dominion over something, that responsibility is real.

The phenomenon of university creative writing programs doesn't exist in France. The whole idea is regarded as a novelty, or an oddity.

It now seems plain to me that that theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one...the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals.

As any good Buddhist will tell you, the only way to find permanent joy is by embracing the fact that nothing is permanent.

I'm no good at cooking or music, but I've always known how to garden. Nobody ever taught me; I just absorbed it. Some families are churchgoers or sports fans. We gardened.

Cause there was a time when all I did was wish You'd tell me this was love. It's not the way I hoped Or how I planned But somehow it's enough.