“I take it not only a day at a time, but a moment at a time, and keep it at that pace. If you can be happy right now, then you’ll always be happy, because it’s always in the now”

If you want to make marijuana legal, you’ve got to stay straight long enough to f – vote.

A frozen river is not a dry one, it’s just a still river on the surface but is still moving, and so am my winter writing.

You will never find happiness until you stop looking for it.

Be here. Be present. Wherever you are, be there.

My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down – but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

I wanted to connect all people who are thinking about peace on Earth.

The fight to save family farms isn’t just about farmers. It’s about making sure that there is a safe and healthy food supply for all of us. It’s about jobs, from Main Street to Wall Street. It’s about a better America.

Be gentle with your words – you can’t take them back.

Sometimes there is a 36-piece orchestra going off in my stomach.

I like marijuana because it keeps me from killing people. And I think there are a lot of people out there who are just like me. The reason it’s not legal is because most people get up in the morning and get high, then forget to go out and vote for it.

When I’m driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

I live one day at a time, one day at a time. Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow is blind, so I live one day at a time.

What has changed is that nothing has changed. That’s what has made me more unhappy than everything else.

Sometimes there is a 36-piece orchestra going off in my stomach.

Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them.

Each day was a challenge of enjoyment, and he [Hemingway] would plan it out as a field general plans a campign.

I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.

Never burn a bridge you may one day want to cross.

Happiness is a choice and its the one you should be making every single day.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

Some days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?

Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I’ve ever known.

Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.