When you are drumming and really feeling the music, the beat, it is like you are transported to a different place, where you feel so exhilirated and calm through your whole body.

A good groove releases adrenaline in your body. You feel uplifted, you feel centered, you feel calm, you feel powerful. You feel that energy. That's what good drumming is all about.

Adventures don't begin until you get into the forest. That first step is an act of faith.

There's nothing like music to relieve the soul and uplift it.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that’s what we are.

When I heard Grateful Dead music, I knew that it was the most powerful force on the planet.

The voice of the drum is a spirit thing.

In the beginning, there was noise. Noise begat rhythm, and rhythm begat everything else.

Everywhere you look on the planet people are using drums to alter consciousness.

Music gives the soul this inner self-expression, a voice. It gives the soul a sound, the sound of the Muse.

Dreams sometimes foretell the future.

Poverty has deceived many of us into believing that some people who are in that state love the food, clothes, places, and people that they do not even like. The same can be said about wealth.

No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again.

The level of consciousness you choose to tune in to each moment of each day will determine the quality of your experience of the world.

Children are a wonderful gift. They have an extraordinary capacity to see into the heart of things and to expose sham and humbug for what they are.

The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.

Something that was instilled in me by my parents at a very young age is that there is no happy life without a life of service.

Will this coffee get me an Oscar?

To be right is dangerous, it has ever been the source of all intolerance.

Decisions decide destiny, there is no action without decision

There is nothing we should be quite so grateful for as the last line of the poem that goes, 'When your own heart asks.