You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

Do not waste your life.

One should try to live with his abilities rather than his deprivals.

A genius is a grown-up that did not grow up.

What I would be quite wise to remember is that ‘pieces’ are not the end of what was, but the beginning of what is to be.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

Someone asked me if I play piano because I feel like I have a protective wall around me. Maybe. I am really messed up.

Playing lifts you out of yourself into a delirious place.

Directing offers you the hope that your vision will reach the screen, unmolested and intact. Therefore, it's tantalizing to all writers.

Anxiety is the illness of our age. We worry about ourselves, our family, our friends, our work, and our state of the world. If we allow worry to fill our hearts, sooner or later we will get sick.

I can't think of any relatives that ever went into science.