"Never speak of me in the past tense". My presence here will be many times greater without the burden of my tortured body.

Discover yourself, otherwise you have to depend on other people's opinions who don't know themselves.

If love can not keep you together, nothing else can keep you together. And if

True freedom is always spiritual. It has something to do with your innermost being, which cannot be chained, handcuffed, or put into a jail.

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.

Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable. You are you, I am I.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.

You are not accidental. The world needs you. Without you, something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.

NOW is the only reality. All else is either memory or imagination.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

The whole world is a cyclone. But once you have found the center, the cyclone disappears. This nothingness is the ultimate peak of consciousness.

I have a theory that if you're famous more years than you're not famous, then you get a little nutty.

For me, as much about being a parent as it is about being a child.

It must not be forgotten that it is especially dangerous to enslave men in the minor details of life.

Part of being a revolutionary is creating a vision that is more humane. That is more fun, too. That is more loving. It's really working to create something beautiful.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

If you want it, leave your excuses behind and come and get it

Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.

I'd say my greatest weakness is impatience. I don't suffer fools well.

There is something so hopeful about a diary, a journal, a new notebook, which Joan Didion and Virginia Woolf both wrote about. A blog. Perhaps we all are waiting for someone to discover us.

An opening and a receptiveness to design and pattern for its own sake seems to free the painting hand.