Do you ever have a day like that, where you just look back and you're like 'why did today happen?'

Keep your hopes up. Or down. Wherever you want them to be. Just have hope somewhere.

How do you make a compass? Uhhh hmmm so if I was a compass how would I make myself?

I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.

My life is black and white and mixed. My mother's a Rastafarian, my dad was a short white guy - it's not an affectation. It's also the lives of millions of people throughout the world.

As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

Just stay true to yourself and true to wut you believe.

I think the terrorists are just idiots.

If you are negotiating you must do so in a spirit of reconciliation, not from the point of view of issuing ultimatums.

I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.

My agent is so totally honest, which is just what every writer needs. She won't let me sell a crappy book, even if I want to.

I like to think that with me, what you see is what you get, and you can like or dislike it, it's up to you, but it's straight. That's something that I pride myself on.

I'm in love with my animal friends.