I smoke to fill the potholes in my soul

Don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.

Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" bullshit. We're a virus with shoes.

I believe that there is an equality to all humanity. We all suck.

Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.

I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me.

It has become more and more obvious that there is one political party in America, and that is The Business Party.

It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom.

Any organization created out of fear must create fear to survive.

I am a misanthropic humanist... Do I like people? They're great, IN THEORY.

The grace of God transforms the good soul into great soul.

Calm is not a place where there is no noise or activity. It is the ability to be in the midst of these, yet experiencing peace within.

Eat beautiful foods, which are nutritionally dense, wholesome and natural.

This one makes a net this one stands and wishes. Would you like to make a bet which one gets the fishes?

Christians were instructed to serve others, and the thanksgiving was for the grace of God and the fact that God offered a way for man to return to a positive relationship with Him.

Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.

The weather's cold. My club's bad. My knee hurts. I can't putt no more. I'm off my diet. My wife is nagging me. Other than that, everything's great.

The noble soul reveres itself

Perfect people don't exist. And perfect people, if they existed, would be very boring. It is imperfection that keeps life interesting.

When you love someone very much, you'd have to go through every tear, every heartache, every pain. Cause in the end, it's not how much you suffered but how you loved.