Reactive arthritis is something I've been dealing with for nearly a year.

I wrote... Neon Ballroom in that time where I hated music, really everything about it, I hated it.

None of us are really dumb and none of us are really smart. We're in the middle.

You say that money isn't everything, well I'd like to see you live without it.

Yes, I am old enough to grow a beard actually. So ner-ner-ner-ner

There are no big groupie fans or anything.

So I went and visited a doctor and he diagnosed me with reactive arthritis.

I am very scared of being outside my home for long periods of time.

I start sweating and shaking and having panic attacks if I am not at home.

I get very anxious and am scared in crowds and things like that.

I'm lucky the arthritis happened at the time that it did because of the record.

You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.

Though we think we see different things from our windows, in reality we see the same things: Happiness and sorrow! All that is seen from every window!

Your actions today, define tomorrow.

The word experience is like a shrapnel shell, and bursts into a thousand meanings.

I'd feel better about myself if I did stomach crunches, but I don't.

How in the hell could God take the black earth and make himself a white man out of it?

Happiness is not an individual matter.

You can continue your practice, you can exercise kindness, you can practice meditation whether you're in a prison or a millionaire's house, whether you're in India or Tibet.

That special bond you think you have with your pet is imaginary. As long as it has food and water, you could get hit by a train tomorrow, and your pet wouldn't think anything of it.

Our life is always deeper than we know, is always more divine than it seems, and hence we are able to survive degradations and despairs which otherwise must engulf us.