Keeping perspective and being happy and being energetic and being creative - that's all tied to being healthy.

If SANTA CLAUS came down the chimney in a f**king jogging suit, you wouldn't even know it was him.

You want the world to be what you want it to be, and sometimes the world doesn't want that.

As you get older, you accept that there are some tunnels that don't have any light in them, but you go down them anyway.

Everything that you do in your life that helps you sweat is good for you. Whenever you're sweating, you're adding to your potential to enjoy the day or enjoy the moment or enjoy your life.

I embrace the idea that I'm an entertainer.

I think it's probably a good thing to be considered stable, but with a capacity for madness.

I wish I did believe in God. It would be a great relief to think, 'God'll take care of it. God'll put gas in the car tomorrow'.

Being around people who are happy and people who are creative, that's what you do if you're lucky in your life.

We wish that we could take magic drugs, play around all day, read, and do nothing strenuous, and be the smartest, happiest people in the world. The truth is, it's all about sweat.

Sometimes the song title comes with the songs, other times you just sorta make something up afterwards.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

Peace is not an option, it is the only option.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

It was true—but it was harsh. And it feels like maybe a harsh truth can be as hurtful as a lie.

In America, it's quite admirable if someone's done well or been successful at whatever it is. Whereas in Britain, they're not. They only like it when you're the underdog.

Just do what you love, make yourself happy and then awesome people will gravitate towards you.

You never seem to hear about psychic occult attack in spiritual literature. This knowledge has been conveniently forgotten.

I cannot overemphasise the value we place on a free, independent and outspoken press

Without words to objectify and categorize our sensations and place them in relation to one another, we cannot evolve a tradition of what is real in the world.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.