“I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.”

I feel that we’re all lighthouses, and my job is to shine my light as brightly as I can to the darkness.

Either you’re the one erasing or you’re the one being erased.

The peace that we’re after lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond invention and disguise, even beyond effort itself.

Maybe other people will try to limit me but I don’t limit myself.

If you give up on your dreams, what’s left?

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they’re eating sandwiches.

For the most sensitive among us, the noise can be too much.

We had problems like all families but we had a lot of love. I was extremely loved. We always felt we had each other.

I love playing ego and insecurity combined.

I don’t believe in hope. Hope is a beggar. Hope walks through the fire, faith leaps over it.

Originality is really important.

Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom. They just open up & turn toward the light & that makes them beautiful.

If done right, kidnapping can be a positive experience for everyone.

Compassion is the currency that leads to true wealth.

I’ve always believed that you can funnel good things toward yourself by thinking positiviely.

Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart.