At a certain point, I should start to pay attention and make sure I'm not damaging my vocal chords, because I enjoy using them a lot.

I find I always throw limbs here and there in my lyrics. I kind of put my physical self into the songs.

I kind of just roll up on stage. I realize that as soon as I find myself wearing something that I haven't worn ten times in the past, I'm like, "Who am I right now? I don't recognize myself!"

I think the shows are better when I feel like myself.

Everyone's going to have a better time if I'm not confused on stage about who I am.

I have no idea how to do what you're supposed to do. I do a little bit of humming.

Anybody who's in the dressing room after the show always says, "Oh, my God, I was kind of worried that the show was going to be sleepy because you were half asleep, yawning, and not really present."

I generally have one or two drinks. I hang out in the dressing room, and it's not always the most attractive place to be, so just being able to have a drink is nice.

Marriage is just a piece of paper if it's not a happy one.

With a decision and a defined purpose, you can begin work.

The awakening process is not about 'finding who you are' but more about finding out about the ego, about who you are not.

Circumstances rule men and not men rule circumstances.

In an effort to reclaim our humanity, let us find new motivation for living by opening our minds to broader concepts of spirituality.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

The more we study Art, the less we care for Nature. What Art really reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.

So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

Strange priests are they who never straightly walk But all aslant through sideways passage stalk Who never seek their goals in forward lines But move askew as fraught with sly designs

I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.