Soon I'll find the right words, they'll be very simple.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

If you're functional, it doesn't matter if you're mad.

Bjorn Borg looks like a hunchbacked, jut-bottomed version of Lizabeth Scott, impersonating a bearded Apache princess.

If it were thought that anything I wrote was influenced by Robert Frost, I would take that particular piece of mine, shred it, and flush it down the toilet, hoping not to clog the pipes.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

I like to read the 'Financial Times' when I'm traveling. 'Economist.' 'Ad Busters.'

I just want to play for the people, give my new sound to them, and encourage them and be encouraged by people.

Whatever I write in email, it doesn't mean anything. It is just words I write.

Women are my best friends, my best audience. If I look out from the stage and see a lot of men, I know I'm in trouble

Conversation in society is found to be on a platform so low as to exclude science, the saint, and the poet.

Our ambitions are bold and so must be our desire to change and evolve our culture.