What is more malleable is always superior over that which is immovable. This is the principle of controlling things by going along with them, of mastery through adaptation.

Our minds are a lot like the sea...you wake up some days and its rough and stormy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm learning to not want to be someone else, to just be who I am, as is, with nothing extra added on.

The body moves naturally, automatically, unconsciously, without any personal intervention or awareness. But if we begin to use our faculty of reasoning, our actions become slow and hesitant.

I am not what I think I am. I just am.

As on many mornings in Marin, there is this sly strip of fog - water in it's most mystical incarnation - slithering over, around, and through the hills, making everything look ancient and unsolved.

So, without telling any of my Zen-snob buddies, I liked to pretend everything was the Pure Land, that my life was already perfect as it was.

I felt a taste of that other kind of contentment that doesn't come from acquiring information or getting praise or building a resume, the kind that is just there, like a hidden pearl.

A system is corrupt when it is strictly profit-driven, not driven to serve the best interests of its people.

You only really fall apart in front of the people you know can piece you back together.

Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.

Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing

In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.

I'm strong. I'm smart. I'm not a victim,' to my detriment.

My room is so small, the mice are hunchbacked.

Respect is not a one way street

I'm pure geek, pure logic.

That is the key challenge facing management today; change is the only constant.