The inner child runs rampant. They're just smaller, that's all.

I don't believe in bad people. I believe that people, somewhere inside, have the potential to realize themselves.

Like most Catholic boys, I wanted to be Jesus Christ. I could never get the turn-the-other-cheek thing down, though.

I feel like I've lived the dream for sure, I'm the luckiest guy in the world and I never forget that. I always feel like I'm proof of positive thought and manifestation, and that faith is more important than talent. But if you have both you're really doing something.

Isn't it cool when the days that are supposed to feel good, actually do?

I don't think I'm ever going to have the kind of life or schedule that I can really have a steady way of doing things.

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.