The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.

The night is still waiting.

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Life eats life to live.

Death swallows death.

Character is fate. Every day is training day.

You can't predict the outcome. You can't raise a child and then tell them what to think.

What comes out when life squeezes you? When someone hurts or offends you? If anger, pain and fear come out of you, it's because that's what's inside.

Beautiful, ugly, impressive, disgusting, meaningless, grim, contradictory etc … It makes no difference, as long as it is life, vigorously pouring forth.

When I look back, if I'd played something differently, it might not have gone the way it did. So I don't feel like going back to my twenties and changing anything.

The characteristic of coquettes is affectation governed by whim.

L.A. is brilliant, but however long my trip is I'm always ready to leave. But New York I'm never quite happy to see the back of.

I have some rhythms on my computers, that are actually called "trance", they go from 1-30 or 40. They're grooves that come on the synth. If I could somehow use them, I would.

I'm a Brooklyn boy. I was born in Brooklyn, New York, and raised there, and spent most of my childhood there.

I want to be age appropriate. I don't want to be that girl you see walking away and she looks 25 and then she turns around and she looks 90.