I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

Life is the game that must be played.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.

If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn’t love.Love is light and makes you light.

God is a metaphor for that which transcends all levels of intellectual thought. It's as simple as that.

When I dunk, I put something on it. I want the ball to hit the floor before I do.

In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.

I don't actually have a one wellspring of inspiration. Though I'm most often inspired while reading - both fiction and nonfiction.

I make my own music and I don't criticize others.

I, the lone inhabitant of my body and life, am inescapably large to myself, but also ridiculously, inconceivably small.

My musical style has changed dramatically from my first album until now. That's the real developmental shift. But my clothing has pretty much stayed the same. The important thing is to be real.

Only in Heaven will everything be as beautiful as spring, as pleasant as autumn, and as full of love as summer.

I don't much like looking back.