What you lose as you age is witnesses, the ones that watched from early on and cared, like your own little grandstand.

We are most alive when we're in love.

Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

You cannot help but learn more as take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is and old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it.

A leader is one who, out of madness or goodness, volunteers to take upon himself the woe of the people. There are few men so foolish, hence the erratic quality of leadership in the world.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

We are all constantly being refined by fire and smoothed over by grace.

The Goddess teaches us that every ending is also a beginning. May there be rebirth from this death.

If we spend more time praising and thanking God for His daily benefits and blessing and all the good things He bestows, there wouldn't be time to blame, complain. cry and moan over the bad things.

My songs aren't built around choruses or hooks or anything like that. That's kind of how I write screenplays too.

As we grow older I always think, why didn't I do more when I was young, why didn't I risk more?

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

At first, my presence in my photos was fascinating and disturbing. But as time passed and I was more a part of other ideas in my photos, I was able to add a giggle to those feelings.

. . . he who only or chiefly chose for Beauty, will in a little Time find the same Reason for another Choice.

I want to be able to work a piece of wood into an object that contributes something beautiful and useful to everyday life.

In our early struggles for liberty, religious freedom could not fail to become a primary object.