I've always thought I was looking for myself whenever I traveled. Like a journey anywhere was really a journey through myself.

I'm too direct and too unsparingly impatient.

Perhaps the longest journey is the journey within.

You think you have a handle on God, the Universe, and the Great White Light until you go home for Thanksgiving. In an hour, you realize how far you've got to go and who is the real turkey.

I think it's much more important to know the truth than it is to make money on it.

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

When you look back... on your love affairs... what you really find out is that the only person you really go to bed with is yourself.