Even in my age now, I'm the same as before and just as fearful I only learn how to pretend to be strong

I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.

When I lost my way, and When the road was too long, I was muttering to myself. Life is just that way.

No matter how far apart we are, don't forget that we're still under the same sky, both traveling to the place we once dreamed of.

I don't know my future. I don't know about tomorrow. I can just control for today or present, right now. I don't want to think about future too much, because present is most important for me.

I guess the very first thing is to own your true self, and that includes achieving the point of not lying to others; the first step should be not lying to yourself.

Slowly, I've come to realize That I cannot heal my past And that fearing the unavoidable future Is pointless

The way I work, typically, I do everything at the very last minute. Even if I was given two months, I'd do it in the last three days

I feel most miserable When I can't step "step up to the plate" You know? People often say Regret from doing it is better than regret for not doing it

If you are afraid of changes Watch from a distance Whether or not I might do something If you're going to talk about me behind my back It is what it is.

I don't think you should meet the people you most admire. I don't want reality to interfere with my image.

Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.

Let's face it. Rock and Roll is bigger than all of us

Nothing is so tiresome to one's self, as well as so odious to others, as disguise and affectation.

There is very little doubt, in my mind, that what the next monumental achievement of humanity will be the first landing by an Earthling, a human being, on the planet Mars.

The best technique is none at all.

My continued incarceration has served some good purposes. My defense committee has served as a training ground for other organizers in their defense of freedom and justice.

Practice makes the Master. You can reconcile what you are and what you want to be.

Without the heart it is no worship; it is a stage play; an acting a part without being that person really which is acted by us: a hypocrite, in the notion of the word, is a stageplayer.

The center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth.

If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn't read it.