Pigs should not make friends with butchers. One must choose one's friends wisely.

Let us dare to dream and shoot for the moon. Even if we don’t fetch the moon, a million stars may fill us with wonder. ("Happiness blowing in the wind")

People die from lack of shared empathy and affinity. By establishing social connectedness, we give hope a chance and the other can become heaven. ( "Le ciel c'est l'autre" )

When scorching passion only leaves ashes of unfulfilled dreams, hope may entice the sprinkling magic of our imagination into livening up the footlights on a new stage of life. ("Taken for a ride")

If bees die, people will die. Only ignorance never dies! ("Why step out of nature ?")

Let us keep enough money to enjoy each breath we take, but definitely not too much, if we don’t want to spoil the fragrance of our dreams and the poem of life.

What a wonderful world it could be, when spiritual factions would choose to read sacred writings as colorful metaphors and not as bloody declarations of war. (“Is heaven a place in the sky?”)

A living together becomes a living apart, when the pineal gland has not been able to create a luster of spiritual togetherness and emotional attachment. (“I wonder what went wrong.” )

Emotion often outwits intelligence, while intuition renders life surprisingly fluent and enjoyable. ("Le ciel c'est l'autre")

Is heaven a place in the sky?Heaven is what we wear in our heart and in our mind. ( “Is heaven a place in the sky?” )

When words remain unspoken and emotions are left unexpressed, just a glint in the eyes from otherness can inflame the mind and rouse a shower of empathy. ("Only needed a light ")

-It's extremely cool how the words can stay the same but their meaning can change.-Because the reader changes.-EXACTLY

If you write a line of zeroes, it´s still nothing.

I think history has less of an impact on current times than the stories that we tell ourselves about that history [do].

I decided I ought to pick a project that would not be controversial, that would not really cost the government a lot of money.

No man commits evil for the sake of it; even the Devil himself has some farther design in sinning, than barely the wicked part of it.

You have to feel your own personal truth with a little ‘t’ – your sadness, rage, frustration for example -- in order to get to the Truth with a big ‘T’.

As soon as I could speak, I was singing. Before I could even speak full words, I would make up ones to sing and I have it on tape, too.

In order to be cruel we have to close our hearts to the suffering of the other.

The spontaneous power of the child, his demand for self-expression, can not by any possibility be suppressed.

I realize now I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to stop the hurt and pain.