We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.

The less I was of who I was, the better I felt.

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.

I don't know which side is anybody on any more. I don't really care. There is a moment when we have to transcend the side we're on and understand that we are creatures of a higher order.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

You have money, fame, youth, beauty, talent. That's a good start... for feeling good.