Now I can look back and say I actually like the upbringing I had and my father was very attentive and a great educator.

It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

Sometimes, out of really horrible things come really beautiful things.

I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I'm his dad, I'm also his friend.

I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.

My days are whatever I want them to be. I don't have to go worry about chasing some chemical to make me feel OK for a minute, and then make me feel worse.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.

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

To be 26 years old and lose your left heart ventricle was probably the most dramatic thing that's ever happened to me in my life...

Prayer is apath.

Happiness does not depend on outward things but on the way we see them.

The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on.

You have to remember that the hard days are what make you stronger. The bad days make you realize what a good day is. If you never had any bad days, you would never have that sense of accomplishment!

I don't necessarily think veganism is going to save the world.

People never have confidence in a Big Talker. They know his statements must be cut down, but they can never tell how much.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.