“I’m from Texas, and one of the reasons I like Texas is because there’s no one in control.”

If you want to make marijuana legal, you’ve got to stay straight long enough to f – vote.

A frozen river is not a dry one, it’s just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.

You will never find happiness until you stop looking for it.

Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.

My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down – but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

I wanted to connect all people who are thinking about peace on Earth.

The fight to save family farms isn’t just about farmers. It’s about making sure that there is a safe and healthy food supply for all of us. It’s about jobs, from Main Street to Wall Street. It’s about a better America.

Be gentle with your words – you can’t take them back.

Sometimes there is a 36-piece orchestra going off in my stomach.

I like marijuana because it keeps me from killing people. And I think there are a lot of people out there who are just like me. The reason it’s not legal is because most people get up in the morning and get high, then forget to go out and vote for it.

When I’m driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

I live one day at a time, one day at a time. Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow is blind, so I live one day at a time.

What has changed is that nothing has changed. That’s what has made me more unhappy than everything else.

Sometimes there is a 36-piece orchestra going off in my stomach.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

Truth is the only healthy place from which to speak. Assumption is the birthplace of godless chatter.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

It could have been worse. I could have been born black.

When you believe in your dream and your vision, then it begins to attract its own resources. No one was born to be a failure.

Men are born soft and supple; dead, they are stiff and hard. Plants are born tender and pliant; dead, they are brittle and dry. Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible is a disciple of death.

To yield to Resistance deforms our spirit. It stunts us and makes us less than we are and were born to be.

To live fully is to let go and die with each passing moment, and to be reborn in each new one.

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.