I have a two-year-old boy. Being his mom feels like I have a present I get to spend the rest of my life opening.

On my own I generally have very messy hair, wear jeans and sneakers.

Being part of the natural world reminds me that innocence isn't ever lost completely; we just need to maintain our goodness to regain it.

I love playing big rooms. There's nothing like it. It's a power trip.

In the end only kindness matters.

I may not be able to pull on the smallest of holds, but those I can pull on I can pull on all day long.

Live your life with love and bravery and you shall lead a life uncommon.

I consider myself a product of Alaska. The love and the debt that I feel to my home state, you always want your hometown to be the proudest of you.

I'm becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that's what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.

Reality is what you believe it to be. It's what you put your thought and energy into, because your hands physically manifest thought. So your world becomes what you feel and what you think.

I don't see the world unless I see it in ink.

If companionship is a mandate for all of our experiences, then we will miss out on many of life’s blessings.

A person is thinking creature. His/Her main power of effect is in his/her thoughts.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

I think I have handled things pretty well last year and this. What I have to do now is try do it even better.

Hugs are great, but - better than drugs? Come on. Let me put it to you this way: I never drove to Harlem at 4 a.m. to get somebody to hug me.

Have the courage of your knowledge and experience. If you have formed a conclusion from the facts and if you know your judgment is sound, act on it – even though others may hesitate or differ.

My nickname for my mom was 'The Compass.'

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

The argument that resistance to the war should remain strictly nonviolent seems to me overwhelming.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.