Sometimes - this is a tough one - not everyone can handle the truth. Sometimes you have to take a beat. But if you can take that beat, and take the high road, it'll serve you in the long run.

I'm not a boy now. I'm a man, I hope. I hope I've had my artistic bar mitzvah somewhere.

Mercury poisoning sounds like a rich man's disease . . . like something you might get from the leather seats in your Lamborghini.

If someone mistakes your kindness for weakness, that's their fault - not yours. And it's OK to be a decent human being in this life.

If masturbation is a crime then I should be on death row.

The Dalai Lama was once asked for his favorite chant, and he said it was better not to have a favorite anything, which I think is a great thought.

Unless an entire row of people got up in the middle of a performance and left the theater in disgust, I felt as though I hadn't done my job.

I want to be radical on the inside, but not on the outside.

We all have so many different elements inside of us and we're not all one thing.

What's this? You're wearing the shirt of the band you're going to see? Don't be that guy.

You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?"

I'm going to enjoy this.”“What?” I asked. “Hell?

I’ is in the form of the eternal element (vastu swaroop) and ‘my’ is in the form of circumstances (saiyog swaroop). Circumstance form and eternal element form are two different things.

But just as quantity wins respect and honour for a church, it is quality that provides a church with safety and protection.

Photorealism says: to fool your eye. That isn't what I've been interested in doing.

Admittedly great though these reasons be, they are not the principal grounds, that is, those which may rightfully claim for themselves the privilege of the highest admiration.

One of the networks sent me a TV set to watch. I didn't care for the medium. It depressed me.

Do not engage to find things as you think they are.

It's the possibility that when you're dead you might still go on hurting that bothers me.

Magic realism - somebody used that phrase the other day that is familiar with South American literature. That rang a bell. It resonates with me.

Some poets marry a language; some have affairs with it; some treat it as a parent, some as a child, some as an equal, or as a friend.