Everything's a gamble, love most of all.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

Only the forgotten are truly dead.

We dream our dreams, and sometimes they take us to places we never anticipate. But they are our dreams, and we go where they lead.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.

To travel beyond our world is to change this present one forever.

All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own, and if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.

By acknowledging spirit with gratitude, you bring it joy and give it more strength to do its work.

Quote from Frontiers:"Regardless of what happened, it was definitely going to be an exciting time for everyone, the day humanity first reached out to touch the stars.

Good food is a celebration of life, and it seems absurd to me that in celebrating life we should take life. That is why I don't eat flesh. I see no need for killing.

Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.

There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?"

I love to observe Christmas in quietude, humility, benevolence, charity, letting good will towards man, eloquent silence, prayer, and praise express my conception of Truth’s appearing.

Two rights don't equal a left.

The best compliment I ever had is, one day I was in Nashville, some disc jockey said, Hey, that sounds like a Tom T. Hall song. Up until then there hadn't been any such thing.