My first love, in my head, believe it or not, was Ron Howard.

I was not the kid that hung out at the arcade.

No one's just going to hand you a career. I waited for years for someone to hand me one and it never happened.

You can't make a cloudy day a sunny day, but can embrace it and decide it's going to be a good day after all.

I just had to be strong enough to allow myself to be vulnerable. Great Lesson. For art and for life.

You just have to decide how close you want them. Not every person in your life needs to be your best friend: some can be friends or just friendly acquaintances.

Along time ago I asked myself do I want to be right or do I want to be kind; I opted for kind.

I try not to plan ahead. I just kind of try to think in the moment. I always believe everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

That was the most offensive thing I've ever seen in 20 years of teaching - and that includes an elementary school production of hair.

Stay fluid and roll with those changes. Life is just a big extended improvisation.

I've just always loved singing, and I come from a family that loves singing around the kitchen table.

We need to be fit and ready for anything that might come our way.

Once we start writing with a pen, we are not allowed to erase our mistakes, we are forced to deal with it.

What we really need to be understanding is that all of these things matter and they all stem from the fact that certain people live with power and authority and they want to maintain it

I'm not a Mensa member. I have no idea where that rumor came from. I never have been, and I doubt if I ever will be.

The whole purpose of working is to support your ideal lifestyle.

What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful.

Clapton asked my brother to play on his record. I thought that was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Those who cannot renounce attachment to the results of their work are far from the path.

The one time of year when everyone wears a mask... not just me.

In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.