“I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.”

Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

Don’t focus on what others want. See what it is that you want. When you stop looking inside and look at others, that is when you miss the boat.

Whenever I have friends over, we end up eating and talking and losing track of time, and, once in a while, singing karaoke. It reminds me of the family meals we had in Russia, which always lasted a very long time. That’s a tradition I miss.

But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

The man of meditation is the man who wastes no time, scatters no energy, misses no opportunity.

It feels really good to embrace exactly who I am and be my sexy, to be my sexualized, to be my woman.

Why can’t I be friends with somebody who’s gay? Why not? You can miss out on a lot by being so small-minded and stereotypical about people. It’s stupid.

Someone who thinks the world is always cheating him is right. He is missing that wonderful feeling of trust in someone or something.

I always try to give my own albums space in between so I have time to create a new sound and give time for people to miss me. You have to come out fresh and reinvent yourself.