I love surfing, but ---" his gaze wandered over the thin sheet covering her body before he met her eyes again " --- no wave could ever compete with you.

He crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't get why you push everyone away.""This isn't the time to talk about this.""Should I set up an office visit?

He shook his head. "Those waves are begging us to ride them. Talking can wait.

I thought when you finally kissed me, I'd be able to walk away." He shook his head, his voice lowering to a throaty whisper. "I was dead wrong.

I'm the king of bad ideas.

Man..." He blew out an exasperated breath. "Do you push everyone away this hard, or is it just me?

He pressed his lips to her shoulder, whispering along her soft skin, "I'm right where I want to be.

That kiss...""You've already given me better than I've ever had.

You make me want to be.

You're a good man, Hunter.

This world is not without causes. There is Moksha [ultimate liberation] when one’s causes stops. There is Moksha where everyone's 'claim' is completed. Without a cause, effect does not happen.

Every moment nature is serving fresh dishes with the items of happiness. It is our choice to recognize and taste it.

The baby Jesus was the last homeless person the Republicans liked.

What a good artist understands is that nothing comes from nowhere. All creative work builds on what came before. Nothing is completely original.

Part of my gestalt is that I still feel a little bit like a wallflower. Even in my own life. I talk about myself behind my back.

Lifes too short to just breeze on by.

I speak of the current civilization and I consider her not as a symbol but as victim-victim, really, of the commercialization, of the falsification of this real world. That is my theme.

I wasn't bullied in high school, I was just ignored.

Science has fulfilled her function when she has ascertained and enunciated truth.

Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?