It seems like the chaos of this world is accelerating, but so is the beauty in the consciousness of more and more people.
I don’t even bother trying to picture a perfect world, because I don’t think that perfection is something to strive for. I prefer imperfection. That’s what makes things special. You know, things that change.
I’m probably not long-term-relationship material for now.
I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I’m his dad, I’m also his friend.
Once I opened my mind to the concept of a greater power, I never struggled with it. Everywhere I went, I felt and saw the existence of a creative intelligence in this universe, of a loving power larger than myself in nature, in people, everywhere.
Sometimes, out of really horrible things come really beautiful things.
I never felt like dying was a good idea.
I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.
I think art is inherently nonviolent and it actually occupies your mind with creation rather than destruction.
When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.
Every true artist is at war with the world.
Four years into the life of my son, I realize I’m so in love with him and he’s so in love with me that if I don’t find that lifelong partner out there, it’s okay.
When you start putting pen to paper, you see a side of your personal truth that doesn’t otherwise reveal itself in conversation or thought.
I know I’m in the band and everything but sometimes I just have to rock out to the John Frusciante Experience.
I wish there were more good new bands that would light a fire and offer a little friendly competition that would be welcomed.