“i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.”

I’m no buddhist, but this is fu**ing enlightmentment

I am my own person. What I’m doing, I’m happy with it. I’m doing what I want to.

I’ve always had as many powerful, creative ladies in my life as I have men, and you could probably describe some of those relationships as romantic.

Solar power, wind power, the way forward is to collaborate with nature – it’s the only way we are going to get to the other end of the 21st century.

Politics is still the No. 1 sport in town and the scoreboard shows the U.S. attorney’s office leading.

I never want to know the range of my voice. It has to be impulsive, and I don’t want to kill the mystery.

Every time there’s a new format, the iron is hot, and you can mold it.

It seems that most the world is driven by the eye, right? They design cities to look great but they always sound horrible …

Formats are just illusions, and it’s about the relationship between the person that makes music and the person that listens to music.

I feel the 21st century is another new age. Not only can we collaborate again with nature, but we have to. It’s an emergency.

All we had ever heard about record company people is that they were vampires and criminals…and they killed Elvis Presley.

It’s incredible how nature sets females up to take care of people, and yet it is tricky for them to take care of themselves.

I love being a very personal singer-songwriter, but I also like being a scientist or explorer.

With tons of chaotic supply on the internet, you’re going to have people who become very good at being curators or stylists. It’s the same sort of people that I used to go to record shops for.

I don’t like records that are the same from beginning to end, that are too styled and slick.

Love is a two way dream.

Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.

I went to South Africa on safari and came eye to eye with a beautiful leopard. We were so close; I was staring at him for a long time and I felt a recognition with my own nature.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

Nothing that isn’t a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.

Every time I look into his eyes I just want to take the ice cream or whatever I’ve got in my hand and rub it into his face. That’s how much I like him.

Now every girl is expected to have: Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy.

Seeing is more than a physiological phenomenon… We see not only with our eyes but with all that we are and all that our culture is. The artist is a professional see-er.