Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

There is no beauty without some strangeness

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

The believer is happy. The doubter is wise.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

I wrote this book to show you that a cure is entirely possible because I've seen it happen over and over again.

That's what happens when you're thirty-seven years old: you do the things you always did but the result is somehow different.

I have had no contact with the Chinese government. I only work with journalists.

Your appearance can be a weapon. As powerful as any knife or gun.

I was really obsessed with age. I kept saying it was a record about trying to age gracefully.

Every American expects and deserves clean air, and then we act on that belief, then we will set an example for the rest of the world to follow.

Vulnerability is beautiful to me. There might be a need to fabricate your own beauty paradigms. I guess I never quite bought into any kind of 'standard'.

Try to write poems at least one person in the room will hate.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.