This is to the world and how god damn beautiful it is.

And seemingly as winter has become spring, confusion has become insight.

You don't have to push or pull or fight or win, the struggle is illusory. Sometimes or rather, all times, you just have to be.

...You know what I mean?

Things are fragile, but we're all being carried and I think we're all on our path in that sense. As fragile as things are, we're still getting there.

I think human beings make life beautiful. There's a lot of beauty in everything. I think what makes life beautiful is the ability to acknowledge that.

I think that's the most important thing: when life kind of screws you over a little bit, you've got to learn from that experience.

I have a really hard time connecting to music that doesn't feel like I'm somehow solving a puzzle that applies to my life.

The present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.

You're gonna get thrown curve balls left and right, and that's just the way it goes.

I have found that searching for insight is more often than not a path to total darkness

Picasso had a saying - 'good artists copy, great artists steal' - and we have always been shameless about stealing great ideas.

Your calling is you unique area of expertise

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.

I don't talk for the sake of talking. I do become intoxicated with sound. When I open my mouth, it's to say something.

Your highest female grace is silence.

If [Moroccans born in Holland] commit serious crimes - I believe we should strip them indeed of the Dutch nationality and send them back to Morocco as Morocco does.

I'm 40 years old, and I still love watching Bugs Bunny slap the bull on the nose. I still watch those cartoons, and yet I also enjoy reading books about science, or the current fiction.

You know I love you right?” “I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.

Little hinges swing big doors.