I like being vegan, I think it's good for my health.

The good thing about working alone is I get a lot done and I can experiment more. The bad thing is I miss out on the gregarious, social way that most musicians work.

One simple word: ugh. Is something still considered a conspiracy if it's played out right under our noses?

My reason for becoming a vegetarian was simple: I loved (and love) animals

I'm envious of people who can sleep as long as they want. I have the circadian rhythm of a farmer.

The good thing about not being drop-dead gorgeous is that as time passes, I don't have much to worry about. I have friends who are actors and every day they look in the mirror with trepidation.

Could you look an animal in the eyes and say to it, 'My appetite is more important than your suffering'?

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.

Dogs have boundless enthusiasm but no sense of shame. I should have a dog as a life coach.

I like noise. It's always puzzled me why one of the goals of contemporary recording is to get rid of noise and to eliminate any element of a performance.

Bravery wasn’t in protecting myself from everything, it was in daring to trust, daring to love, daring to be me. Sometimes being brave meant letting go.

Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.

I totally allow myselfto feel every emotion, whatever it isand I observe itfrom my inner spaceof love and silence.

One of the perils of life is to be asked a question which the wisest of them cannot answer. But a smile does the job.

I have only one rule in acting - trust the director and give him heart and soul.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

My father taught in the wise way which unfolds what lies in the child

When I finished [writing it], I was crying. I knew at long last, after ten years of trying, I had written something good.

I was hoping that perhaps I could roll with you..." "You cannot roll with me," said the Big O, "but perhaps you can roll by yourself.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.