Being engaged with life. One has to develop a poet's eye for perfect moments, moments that most people pass by.

I'm the classic absent-minded professor: I'm very focused on something, and meanwhile, I've left the refrigerator door open for hours.

Excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else, somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.

I like pressure. If I am not on the edge of failure, I'm not being sufficiently challenged.

You have to be an ally in a difficult time and not turn on yourself with self-shaming thoughts, which makes facing pain intolerable.

Being part of the natural world reminds me that innocence isn't ever lost completely; we just need to maintain our goodness to regain it.

We all need to demand the happiness for ourselves we desire. Fight for it. Wrestle it out of the clenched fist of the world you live in