Why are you sitting there watching/reading someone else's creation when you can be watching/reading your own creation instead Hustle!

Energy moves in waves. Waves move in patterns. Patterns move in rhythms. A human being is just that energy, waves, patterns, rhythms. Nothing more. Nothing less. A dance.

Don't be afraid to show your light.. If it ends up being too much for people.. tell them to wear sunglasses!

The fastest way to still the mind is to move the body

Between the head and feet of any given person is a billion miles of unexplored wilderness.

You just have to determine to settle for nothing less than being FULLY ALIVE, to show up, be who you are, and share your gifts.

Dancing, singing, storytelling and silence are the four universal healing salves.

Allow your passion to become your purpose, and it will one day become your profession.

Put your body in motion and your psyche will heal itself.

Remember that you have a choice in what you see. If you choose to see a person's darkness, you strengthen your darkness within. If you choose to see their light, you shine from the inside out.

The key to serenity is trusting that the universe has your back.

Our culture needs to find a robust image of female success that is first, not male, and second, not a white woman on the phone, holding a crying baby,

A smile is a humble hidden treasure everyman has been endowed with that does not reveal itself until it is called for.

It doesn't seem right to throw dirt at you when you're dead...

Philosophy appears to concern itself only with the truth, but perhaps expresses only fantasies, while literature appears to concern itself only with fantasies, but perhaps it expresses the truth.

The work of art expresses precisely those things which do not die. It must do so, however, in a form that bears witness to the artist's own era.

I get recognised, but Im not the sort of person who frequents popular clubs. I try to keep out of that.

I've been driving since I was 19 years old.

We were in the Arabian Desert for nine months. And I was having the time of my life. It could have been an archeological expedition, a military expedition.

I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

Writing is basically a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I’m pretty sure.