The great thing about getting older is that you get a chance to tell the people in your life who matter what they mean to you.

During meditation your metabolism and your breath rate go down to a level of rest, twice that of deep sleep.

There are different things one can do to establish and hasten the peace process. Meditation is one way.

I'm the lead singer of the Beach Boys and an ambassador of this amazing music that touched a generation.

I learned that when you do the best job that you can do, some people will idolize you, others won't care, and some will vilify you.

You can't sustain a fan base on a great catalog alone. You must take your music directly to the people.

Mankind invents things to fight about.

You have to be careful not to get overexposed.

The problem with popularity is that if it gets too popular everybody leaves and goes somewhere else.

The history of mankind is a history of war.

Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope's. I've been going down there all my life, to that whole area.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

What matters most, God was there for me, when I need him.

Chris wracked his brain for the right solution.Leadership.Strength.Loyalty-A show of loyalty.

Too much time will do that to you. Blur the edges between your memories and your imagination until everything feels like something you saw in a movie instead of your life.

I do like the ocean wave, actually. I'm born under the sign of Cancer - the sign of the crab - so I like coastal areas and sunny beaches and such - although not the wide-open and deep seas.

A song doesn't just come on. I've always had to tease it out, squeeze it out. 'No thesaurus can give you those words, no rhyming dictionary. They must happen out of you.

She started drinkin' we weren't thinkin' too straight, she was doing eighty slammed on the brakes. Got so hot we had to pull to the side, did some shakin' 'til the middle of the night.

I want to be a pretty corpse.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.