They said that I had sold out and (am an) Uncle Tom. And I said well, they deserve to have that view. But I have my thoughts. And I think they're race-hustling poverty pimps.

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

Life is not a problem to be solved, but an experience to be had.

Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be

This is the real secret of life -- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.

No amount of anxiety makes any difference to anything that is going to happen.

You are the universe experiencing itself.

We see what we believe rather than what we see.

Stop measuring days by degree of productivity and start experiencing them by degree of presence.

A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So he loses touch with Reality, and lives in a world of illusion.

Many people never grow up. They stay all their lives with a passionate need for external authority and guidance, pretending not to trust their own judgment.

It's awful to be rich and mind-boggingly handsome and have women fawn over you. My heart bleeds for you. Poor dear, how do you manage?

It takes time for the things to manifest. Everything needs necessary energy for its manifestation.

Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.

After Hollywood, you know if people are interested in you or in the fact that you've been in a movie. You know who your real friends are.

Try to dwell on the people you'd like to love, instead of all the people you do loathe.

Im pretty adept with computers and Photoshop for my blog, and I found my style with a conversational voice and an image-ready column.

If you use big words, no one will know you aren't doing jack squat.

I believe that the (distorting) mirror which is photography holds an intrinsic, even elemental, relation to writing.

I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.

If making an error doesn't make you mad, what's the point? Why put all the work in?