“Once you get on the ship, everything is fine. Once you get on land, everything is not so fine.”

You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.

I’m shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I’ve done everything I can to avoid it.

People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.

Money doesn’t buy you happiness, but it buys you a big enough yacht to sail right up to it.

I think everybody’s nuts.

I am doing things that are true to me. The only thing I have a problem with is being labeled.

Puberty was very vague. I literally locked myself in a room and played guitar.

The idea of dancing is the only thing that scares me.

Money is an important thing in terms of representing freedom in our world.

I’ve never been particularly ambitious. I’m driven by the moment.

I do trust women. I have a lot of women in my life. I have a mother. I have a woman. There’s a lot of women around me. And I do trust them. And they trust me, as far as I know.

Just keep moving forward, and don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.

I’m normal, well, semi-normal.

Love is one of the hardest words to say and one of the easiest to hear.

I’m an old-fashioned guy. I want to be an old man with a beer belly sitting on a porch, looking at a lake or something.

Trips to the dentist-I like to postpone that kind of thing.

Revolution is based on land. Land is the basis of all independence. Land is the basis of freedom, justice, and equality.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.

In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel living in the garden of Evil.

It’s a strange, eerie sensation to fly a lunar landing trajectory not difficult, but somewhat complex and unforgiving.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

Mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.

Houston, Tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed.