For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.

And while we're on the subject of ducks, which we plainly are, the story, 'The Ugly Duckling' ought be banned as the central character wasn't a duckling or he wouldn't have grown up into a swan. He was a cygnet.

I think all of us are living in denial of our spiritual nature as we continue to participate in the material world even though we know we're destroying the planet we live on.

You shouldn't eat animals, it's mean to them.

I want to change the world, and do something valuable and beautiful. I want people to remember me before I'm dead, and then more afterwards.

It's highly psychological, and very beautiful, and overwhelming, and real, and trippy!

I've always had this impulse to be destructive.