I discovered surfing, which I absolutely fell in love with. That feels good and kind of keeps your body aligned, so does the salt water.

It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

Sometimes, out of really horrible things come really beautiful things.

I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I'm his dad, I'm also his friend.

I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.

My days are whatever I want them to be. I don't have to go worry about chasing some chemical to make me feel OK for a minute, and then make me feel worse.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.

Just the kind of girl I liked—the weirdo in the bunch.

To be 26 years old and lose your left heart ventricle was probably the most dramatic thing that's ever happened to me in my life...

May you see the world with wonder. And may you imagine only good things.

I can only see my limitations. That's just who I am.

Instead of talking at each other about the non-business-related contact, talk to each other about your concerns about marriage. Listen a lot, too.

I forgot he [Barack Obama] was black tonight for an hour.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.

It is a little bit science project-y sometimes, and we talk about it that way.

You have to take people as they are because there are no others.

You make sacrifices to become a mother, but you really find yourself and your soul.

What would aliens say when told earthlings shift clocks twice a year to fool themselves into thinking there's more sunlight?

In his comic scenes, Shakespeare seems to produce, without labor, what no labor can improve.