There are things that music can do that language could never do, that painting could never do, or sculpture. Music is capable of going directly to the source of the mystery. It doesn't have to explain it. It can simply celebrate it.

Knowing is the most profound kind of love, giving someone the gift of knowledge about yourself.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

Jesus was a suicide, if you ask me.

People do think that if they avoid the truth, it might change to something better before they have to hear it.

What's so good about a heaven where, one of these days, you're going to get your embarrassing old body back?

There is no point in trying to remember your dreams ... There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it's up to, what it makes of you.