When you practice Transcendental Meditation you are given a key to the deepest level of life.

I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.

Mankind was not meant to suffer -- bliss is our nature. The individual is cosmic. Let's rock.

Absurdity is what I like most in life.

It's so freeing, it's beautiful in a way, to have a great failure, there's nowhere to go but up.

We only dream of images we already have inside of us.

I supported myself by delivering the 'Wall Street Journal' and doing odd jobs. I love plumbing and carpentry.

They say that history is going on somewhere.They say it won't stop. I have heldOne picture still for a long time and waited.

Your goals and the tasks you choose to accomplish your goals either align with dream and core values or they don’t. It’s that simple.

The sea is a lonely and hostile place, Captain, ' Jansen said coldly. 'It is always best not to make enemies of those who might be your friends. You never know when your ships may cross

The years after the millennium will see gathering conflict all over the world to the point where the United Nations will be overwhelmed.

I think I did 97 pitch meetings, and even at the 97th meeting, there were questions I was getting that I hadn't had in the - you know, any of the 96 preceding ones.

Life can be like walking on a high wire. Falling seems a tiny misstep away.

But if I have once overcome my heart, and am contented through the grace of God in my heart, then this makes me content not only in one particular but in general, whatever befalls me.

Walk on air against your better judgement.

Her nightmare clung to her like the smell of smoke to cloth.

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.