As a kid, I said, 'I want to write for movies.' When I finally had that opportunity it was like I was able to exhale. 'Wow, I'm finally doing this for real.

Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home.

We do what we want. We don't care what anyone else thinks.

You don't burn out from going too fast. You burn out from going too slow and getting bored.

Control your life through insanity.

When I started, I decided to devote my life to it and not get sidetracked by all the other bullshit life has to offer

Every once in a while we may fall on our face, but we insist on doing what we wanna do.

Personally, I would say the 'master' of this whole thing is fate... Whoever is on the playing field is fair game, and it's up to them to avoid being used.

When a man lies he murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this i cannot bear to witness any longer Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home.

Just keep going like crazy and look back when it's over. Otherwise you just get confused.

Why should we change onstage? We're not trying to be something big and fancy, it's just us, doing what we do, we'd like to keep it that way.

Your creation are the outcome of your decisions.

I have never created anything in my life that did not make me feel, at some point or another, like I was the guy who just walked into a fancy ball wearing a homemade lobster costume.

I travel a lot, but I don't come away with new inspiration.

By becoming mindful of our cultural programming, we can step out of it.

Happiness comes in moments, & then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness settles it.

I must say, Gisele's [Bundhen] got some of the best hair I've ever touched.

This bird sees the white man come and the Indian withdraw, but it withdraws not. Its untamed voice is still heard above the tinkling of the forge... It remains to remind us of aboriginal nature.

I am not born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be from not striving for it.

The right time to die is never exactly now.

If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?