“Air you breathe is bad for your lungs so you’ve got to careful and don’t overdue any bad air. Too much pot, too much anything is not good. Your lung is a piece of flesh, a piece of bone. You can injure it.”

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

If you start out looking at somebody, wondering whether he’s good or bad, I think you’re starting out in the wrong direction. I think we’re all good and we’re all bad.

I’m drinking doubles now that you’re running around single again.

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.

Don’t let the bad of others kill the good in you.

For the world is in a bad state, but everything will become still worse unless each of us does his best.

Bad men are full of repentance.

Here people was once used to be honourable: now they are all bad; they have kept one goodness: that they are greatest boozers.

Convert bad news to good news.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

Good or bad is a matter of perspective.

The pain wasn’t bad if you were able to make some growth out of it.