I don't like to condemn people because what that means is that you're only condemning yourself about a part of you that you can't stand.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

I searched through rebellion drugs diet mysticism religion intellectual-ism and much more only to find that truth is basically simple and feels good clear and right.

What is hell other than a realm in which unholiness works without restraint in body and soul?

I prefer love scenes to be shot up close with a lot of focus on eyes and mouths. Otherwise it can feel uncomfortable and voyeuristic.

I went to my room and packed a change of clothes, got my banjo, and started walking down the road. Soon I found myself on the open highway headed east.

I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.

I like reading, free diving and hiking. But my favorite thing to do is travel anywhere in Greece. I love everything about that place.

For a long time - and this particular time with greater force than usual - summer has been a season that gives me a sense of emptiness and absence, and takes me back to the past.

Non-pantheist models for god seem almost completely untenable to me, though not without interest.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

Things have no power that humans don't put there.