When I'm old I'm never going to say,I didn't do this or, I regret that. I'm going to say,I don't regret a damn thing. I came, I went, and I did it all.

You lose your anonymity just like a helium balloon with a string. Therefore people are going to have their own opinion and they're going to write in whatever clever manner they desire

I still eat sushi, though I'm trying my best to have my last sushi roll.

If you could see or feel the suffering you wouldn't think twice. Give back life. Don't eat meat.

I feel there are two people inside me - me and my intuition. If I go against her, she'll screw me every time, and if I follow her, we get along quite nicely.

It can hit at any time [anxiety/panic attack]. You feel like you're in an open field, and there's a tornado coming at you. And you're just consumed by it.

The older I've gotten, I really do feel that it's a lack of trust that I see in people and that's why they don't follow their dreams - because they don't trust anything.

We need to listen more, to hear the silence and live in it.

You have to trust the journey. That has become my motto for years: trust the journey. Because in the end, we're all kind of fearful. We all have fears and insecurities and ups and downs.

I don't have time to be classified as difficult, and I don't have time to care.

You don't always have to be doing something. The most of something that you can do sometimes is to be in the present doing nothing.

Stories are meant to comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable.

The U.S. military is not war weary. Our military draws strength from confronting our enemies when clear policy objectives are set and we are fully resourced for the fight.

He who controls the money supply of a nation controls the nation.

It is evident that skepticism, while it makes no actual change in man, always makes him feel better.

I've made it clear for years that the threat from Iran is grave.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

My ex—may he soon discover tiny worms have invaded his body and are slowly eating him alive—once told me God made men so perfect because He'd wanted to make up for the inadequacies of women.

His conviction that everything happened for a reason, and would come to good, gave him laughing equanimity even in hard times.

I still do believe that form and content are very much related. I think throwing away some of the rule books on that is a good thing.

My child, I bless you from my heart that you live long, attain devotion, and enjoy peace. Peace is the principal thing. One needs peace alone.