It's hard to go. It's scary and lonely...and half the time you'll be wondering why the hell you're in Cincinnati or Austin or North Dakota or Mongolia or wherever your melodious little finger-plucking heinie takes you. There will be boondoggles and discombobulated days, freaked-out nights and metaphorical flat tires. But it will be soul-smashingly beautiful... It will open up your life.

Don't surrender all your joy for an idea you used to have about yourself that isn't true anymore.

But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if all those things I did were the things that got me here?

So release yourself from that. Don't be strategic or coy. Strategic and coy are for jackasses. Be brave. Be authentic. Practice saying the word 'love' to the people you love so when it matters the most to say it, you will.

When someone you love truly dies, you have to find them over and over again in the world, and I think you do that on a very psychic, unconscious level, and I think in some ways I was calling out to that spirit of my mother when I saw the fox. It doesn't surprise me it's in animals that I find my mother.

I love music and listen to music all the time, but I didn't realize how much my body needed music. I needed it more than sex.

You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.