We're searching for the answers so we can destroy them and dream up better questions.

The world is crazily in love with you, wildly and innocently in love. Even now, thousands of secret helpers are conspiring to turn you into the beautiful curiosity you were born to be.

HYPOTHESES: Evil is boring. Cynicism is idiotic. Fear is a bad habit. Despair is lazy. Joy is fascinating. Love is an act of heroic genius. Pleasure is our birthright. Receptivity is a superpower.

Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?

We need radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate."

In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.

All of us need to be in touch with a mysterious, tantalizing source of inspiration that teases our sense of wonder and goads us on to life’s next adventure.

Proclaim the only truth you can be totally sure of: "I don't know."

You're a star -- and so am I. I'm a genius -- and so are you. Your success encourages my brilliance, and my charisma enhances your power. Your victory doesn't require my defeat, and vice versa.

Not waiting for someone to give you what you can give yourself.

Most people spend their whole lives waging war—against people they don't even know. And against themselves, whom they know least of all." from BETWEEN TWO DESERTS

I stumble. I balance. I keep walking. Because I know that at the end of my journey is my dream destination.

When I say that a good picture has surprise quality or shock appeal, I do not mean that it is a loud or vulgar picture but, instead, that it stimulates my thinking and intrigues me.

I was convinced that I was going to be onstage for the rest of my life.

A couple's first task, it has always seemed to me, is to solve the problem of breakfast; if this can be worked out amicably, most other difficulties can too.

Why is life so difficult for some people and not for others? Why do some people have to struggle so much?

I don't care what people think about me because I know I am more than all the pain and strife they hold inside.

Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy a coffin.

I have nothing to prove, because I am already approved.

People all over the world recognize me as a spiritual leader.