I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way

I was in love again. I was in trouble

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought 'I'll just quit - to hell with it.' And another little voice inside me said 'Don't quit - save that tiny little ember of spark.' And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.