Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.

Original thinking migrates each day in search of nourishment.

We need Joy as we need air. We need Love as we need water. We need each other as we need the earth we share.

I am not competing with anyone other than myself. I want to be excellent at whatever I do.

I like good food. People want a certain taste, but when they're offered something else, they'll overeat. If they really are looking for chicken and someone gives them pork chops, they'll say, "I will have another." And that's because their satisfaction is not reached. So I thought I would make great food, but eat less of it. I tried it and I've taken off over 40 pounds.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.