I feel like Sony appreciates good music from a talented artist.

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog... How you gonna see 'em if you livin' in the fog?

I just find myself happy with the simple things. Appreciating the blessings God gave me.

Don't believe everything you hear, don't believe everything you read and only believe half of what you see

The curse turned to grace when the hurt turned to faith.

Right, wrong, good, bad, heaven, hell. I think that is the theme of my life. I think you have to know both in order to honestly choose one. So I'm familiar with both sides of the fence.

Never become so involved with something that it blinds you. Never forget where you from; someone will remind you.

If your heart was as big as your mouth you'd be real.

Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high, cause when the time comes, that one'll let you die.

The minute you get too big to mop a floor or wipe a counter, that's the exact minute you have life f**ked up.

No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain.

I love the freedom of my wings. I love the empty space above the ground. I rejoice in my freedom. Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.

There has never been an age that did not applaud the past and lament the present.

In 1983, I set up Caxton Corp. Its been an interesting and happy ride since.

I'm painting so much that I don't listen to much music. Because music is another creative outlet, it's a huge distraction for me when I paint.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

By bringing nature into our lives, we invite humility.

None grieve so ostentatiously as those who rejoice most in heart. [Lat., Nulla jactantius moerent quam qui maxime laetantur.]

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.