It is very easy to take for granted the phenomenon that we are each alive, but we must try not to.

Be an artist of consciousness. Your picture of reality is your most important creation. Make it powerfully profoundly beautiful.

Life is a wave of creative consciousness rippling through space and time that we have the honor of aesthetically surfing.

The purpose of truly transcendent art is to express something you are not yet, but something that you can become.

The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.

Love, consciousness, and creativity are the highest refinements of the cosmic evolutionary force.

Share your presence with others, no boundaries, completely, openly, lovingly. Love is what makes us alive.

When we gaze into the eyes of our beloved, we're staring into the eyes of a sacred mirror, and we recognize our oneness.

The good that binds us is Love, it comes from our Soul, it flows through our center, and connects us with everything.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

In a society that tries to standardize thinking, individuality is not highly prized.

Some people are lucky to find love, others must settle with being liked...

It's just poetry, beauty and love. How hard can that be to act?

The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.

Comedians don't have hits. You have to have a whole brand-new hour. You have no hits to rely on.

I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.

Who cannot open an honest mind No friend will he be of mine.

People are still tied to their hoods, and it's usually not the artist, it's usually the friends and instigators who get it popping.

Somebody told me I should put a pebble in my mouth to cure my stuttering. Well, I tried it, and during a scene I swallowed the pebble. That was the end of that.

I very seldom compose anything in my head which later finds its way into text, except character names sometimes - I'm often very much inspired by things that I misunderstand.