You want to create things as purely as possible without allowing the universe to interfere so much that it's manipulating it and making things unreal to you.

Share yourself with others after you have first spent some time with yourself.

A lot of people ask me if I'm OK. I'm capable of crazy - a lot of people are - but I'm OK.

Sometimes I'll hit a note and sometimes I don't. Why not at least try?

I sometimes write as if I were talking to myself, or to a mirror, or to someone for the last time. There's this element of confrontation.

It's hard to force a relationship with a stranger even if they happen to be someone you happen to share blood with.

Different cultures have different audiences.

I just want to scream: "I'm being honest, I swear!" Maybe it's embarrassing, but I don't care anymore.

I'd rather people interpret the songs and get whatever they can out of them instead of thinking about me crying in a room with a guitar.

I don't believe people when they say their songs have nothing to do with their personal life.

People should know each other because they want to, because they have things in common.

If you wish to make Pythocles rich, do not add to his store of money, but subtract from his desires.

To begin life in a new way, forget to walk your habitual path, change your thoughts, and find a new way.

Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.

If I want to feel as if I'm being sucked down a fathomless gloomy tunnel for hours and hours then I have a complete set of Schopenhauer at home.

Two hundred years after Euro-Americans "discovered" it, America's river west begins and ends at pollution.

We make the world we live in and shape our own environment.

A century ago, petroleum - what we call oil - was just an obscure commodity; today it is almost as vital to human existence as water.

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects.

The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.