“I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride, I just ride.”

Being human is difficult. Some people make it more difficult than others. I was one of those people.

I’ve got a war in my mind.

Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue.

The angels decided to shine on me for a little while.

Taking time for your art is taking time for yourself.

I never stopped writing about what was actually going on in my life. There’s nothing to hide.

I love to sing and I really love to write, but in terms of being onstage, I’m not that comfortable.

Even if you’re the best singer in the world, there’s a good chance no one will ever hear you.

When I found somebody who I fell in love with, it made me feel different than I felt the rest of the day.

When you’re a gypsy at heart, it probably suits you to be traveling.

When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.

I’m interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

No one compares to you, but there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight.

You do things so fast, you end up having so many different lifestyles all in one short time.

I have a great appreciation for our world’s history. I learn from my own mistakes, I learn from the mistakes we’ve made as a human race.

I only know how to do me, so that’s just what I’m going to do.

I believe in pride of race and lineage and self: in pride of self so deep as to scorn injustice to other selves.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”

I believe that the mind is the last planet that’s left unexplored – Achieving the universal or cosmic consciousness is the highest goal to mankind.

It doesn’t matter whether you believe in God or not. Still, one day you will come to meet death. Perhaps, you can stop believing in death too; in order to live forever.

Whatever you believe about your body, your cells believe too. They don’t question anything you think, feel, or believe. In fact, they hear every thought, feeling, and belief you have.

I believe that all men, black and brown, and white, are brothers, varying, through Time and Opportunity, in form and gift and feature, but differing in no essential particular, and alike in soul and in the possibility of infinite development.

A believer to another believer is like two hands, one washes the other (correcting each other).

A computer would deserve to be called intelligent if it could deceive a human into believing that it was human.