I'm not unaware of how I'm perceived, I just don't care about it. Unless I really hurt someone's feelings. I care about that.

Until mankind realizes that there is, in truth, no good, and there is, in truth, no evil-there will be no peace.

You know when you eat too many sweets and get diabetes? Paparazzi are the diabetes of materialistic culture.

If anything interferes with my inner peace, I will walk away. Arguments with family members. All that stuff. None of it matters.

I mean, I'm just speaking of my own experiences and my own desires, and it's a kind of a childlike wonder that could really possibly speculate on other dimensions.

I'm too direct and too unsparingly impatient.

I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.