The impulse to connect the dots - and to share what you've connected - is the urge that makes you an artist

When we really see each other, we want to help each other.

In both the art and the business worlds, the difference between the amateurs and the professionals is simple: The professionals know they're winging it. The amateurs pretend they're not.

Collecting the dots. Then connecting them. And then sharing the connections with those around you. This is how a creative human works. Collecting, connecting, sharing.

Asking for help with shame says: You have the power over me. Asking with condescension says: I have the power over you. But asking for help with gratitude says: We have the power to help each other.

I don't think of myself as particularly cursed or blessed. I think I got dealt a set of cards, and I'm playing with them, sometimes in heels, sometimes in combat boots.

When you're afraid of someone's judgment, you can't connect with them. You're too preoccupied with the task of impressing them.

Art is food for the soul, and an artistic climate is a healthy climate because it breeds empathy.

I crave intimacy to the same burning degree that I detest commitment.

I think people have been obsessed with the wrong question, which is how do we make people pay for music? What if we started asking, how do we let people pay for music?

The world needs actual excitement and emotion more than it needs cool people.

The sense of a soul and afterlife is an intuitive illusion.

Even if you love a lady, don't say you will take care of her while someone else is catering for your needs.

He gives me the hairy eyeball, and asks me to help him find his pancreas.

Legend: A lie that has attained the dignity of age.

It's hard to find a play that's right for me to do. Rather than waiting around for the right script to come along, I decided to write one myself.

In His will, our peace.

Carlito likes to swap spit with men who don't want to be cool.

If you had an essentially happy childhood, that tends to dwell with you.

A man long accustomed to admire his wife in general, seldom pauses to admire her in a particular gown or attitude, unless his attention is directed to her by the appreciative gaze of another man.

Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.