I think obsessions happen because you're trying to understand something or some urge.

Movies are great, but the real romance happens right here somewhere as real close-up. Either you're the one erasing or you're the one being erased, so... It's not a pleasant feeling!

My social life goes in bursts, where I get like, "Oh, I gotta get out and do something, man, I gotta do something." And I'll plan a trip and go on a motorcycle trip down the Baja Peninsula for 900 miles and I'll hang out with my friends for like a month, and then they'll never see me for two months or three months or whatever, and I won't answer any calls.

Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much.

That peace that we're after, lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond invention and disguise, even beyond effort itself. You can join the game, fight the wars, play with form all you want, but to find real peace, you have to let the armor fall.

I praticed making faces in the mirror and it would drive my mother crazy. She used to scare me by saying that I was going to see the devil if I kept looking in the mirror. That fascinated me even more, of course.

It's exhausting I think to just say really yes to everything for real, even if you do it for a day.