You are as young as you feel. If you begin to feel the warmth of your soul, there will be a youthfulness in you that no one will be able to take away from you.

Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.

The life and passion of a person leave an imprint on the ether of a place. Love does not remain within the heart, it flows out to build secret tabernacles in a landscape.

Real intimacy is a sacred experience. It never exposes its secret trust and belonging to the voyeuristic eye of a neon culture. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved.

We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.

Inspiration is always a surprising visitor.

When time is reduced to linear progress, it is emptied of presence.

...the only difference between a young person at the height of their exuberance and a very old person who is frail and physically wasted is time.

Friendship is a creative and subversive force. It claims that intimacy is the secret law of life and universe.

Beauty is the illumination of your soul.

All you can ever achieve is a sense of your soul. You gain little glimpses of its light, colors, and contours. You feel the inspiration of its possibilities and the wonder of its mysteries.

Life is not just something that happens to us it has its lessons for us.

Good things happen, bad things are done...

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.

Magic. I draw with silver and it turns red.

How’s your father?”“How do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.”“I would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn’t sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one?

I love New York. I've always loved New York.

Hey, I may loathe myself, but it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm Jewish.

I have not practiced how to be a singer without an instrument.

Ethanol is, in its pure form, just as much of a sham as oil.

Let a man be firmly principled in his religion, he may travel from the tropics to the poles, it will never catch cold on the journey.