I don't have children of my own so I can't say I know the plight of being a parent, but I can kinda understand some of the complexities of it.

Camo never goes out of style as far as I'm concerned.

I think when you're in love with someone, it reveals a lot about yourself. You either rise to your highest highs or you stoop to your lowest lows.

I love flowy hippie dresses.

When you empower women and help them thrive, you help their communities thrive. Women shoulder the burden disproportionately.

Women are the harshest critics of other women.

Following your own vision is one of the only things that will sustain you.

It feels good to know you contributed positively to another's life, to their happiness, to their survival. It gives us a sense of purpose.

Donate time, food, or money to organizations that fight the good fight. We can act individually for the collective good. We can all do something.

Acknowledgement: Understanding and compassion for others and their suffering is the next step. Put yourself in the shoes of people who don't have the luxury of being wasteful.

I hate Christmas, really. I don't really give presents away or expect any.

To be immortal and then die

Most of the Communists I knew were nice people.

Mistakes will be made. Failure will occur. You pick yourself up and carry on.

It is impossible to reason without arriving at a Supreme Being. Religion is as necessary to reason, as reason is to religion.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Tomorrow, you're always a day away.

I love being vulnerable. It's scary. I feel like the best stuff that I have ever written can come from real vulnerable places.

I'm not messing around with nobody's woman. If I want a woman I go get her - you know what I mean?

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

My lusts they do me leave, My fancies all be fled, And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head.