People are terrible. They do terrible things to each other, they hurt each other, they lie, they're vain, they're shallow, they're violent ... but they're all we have.

Your obstacles define your achievements, and without those obstacles, you're just another bland nothing.

We became a band that was kind of a big band, kind of a band that quite uncool people listen to, people a lot like me. I've realized that's a much more beautiful fate than the plan I had.

Getting up on stage and being able to make people feel like their lives are slightly more special than they realize is my only talent, so that's what I use. I use my talent.

When I see friends of mine break up and they're like, "Oh, we still really love each other, but we just couldn't make it work," I don't get that. I don't understand what that means. Make it work.

My pledge to myself is I will believe in my music, always. I stand behind everything I do. If I don't think it's amazing, how the hell is anyone else going to think it's amazing? But that's just me.

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

t can be easily argued that all living things are conscious in some aspect, but many would agree that advanced consciousness like our own is unique.

Living in a galaxy is like living in a neighborhood where the house down the street might have burned down four thousand years ago but you wouldn't know it for another three thousand years.

Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.

Suffering of sentient beings is like decay; it fertilizes the growth of their souls.

Meeting another human is always a sacred event.

For what a man would like to be true, that he more readily believes.

Nothing worthwhile comes easily. Half effort does not produce half results, it produces no results.

Verily, I constantly renew my Islam until this very day, as up to now, I do not consider myself to have ever been a good Muslim.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

Who will dare to write a history of human goodness?