I believe depression is legitimate. But I also believe that if you don’t exercise, eat nutritious food, get sunlight, get enough sleep, consume positive material, surround yourself with support, then you aren’t giving yourself a fighting chance.
Everything you gain in life will rot and fall apart, and all that will be left of you is what was in your heart.
I just like being creative, whatever way I have to do it.
I got paid a lot of money at one point so the focus became, for a lot of people, about that, but for me, it’s always been the same goal: To stop the world for people.
There’s been a thoughtfulness to everything I do. Even the stupidest things I do have some kind of point.
When you are a kid, you need to have something to do. This will keep you off the streets.
Energy is what I believe all of us are. We’re just conscious awareness dancing for itself for no other reason but to stay amused.
I feel that we’re all lighthouses, and my job is to shine my light as brightly as I can to the darkness.
My father could have been a great comedian but he didn’t believe that that was possible for him, and so he made a conservative choice. Instead, he got a safe jog as an accountant and when I was 12 years old he was let go from that safe job, and our family had to do whatever we could to survive. I learned many great lessons from my father. Not the least of which was that: You can fail at what you don’t want. So you might as well take a chance on doing what you love.
Desperation is a necessary ingredient to learning anything, or creating anything. Period. If you ain’t desperate at some point, you ain’t interesting.
True religion has, at its core: Love, Peace, Mercy, Justice and Freedom. If any of these elements is not fully present in a religion, the religion has been compromised.
I used to be a guy who was experiencing the Universe, but now I feel like the Universe experiencing a guy.
If done right, kidnapping can be a positive experience for everyone.
Anyone can rejigger an atom bomb,” said Hopkins. “But to possess the minds of millions? To make them your willing zombies across a whole decade? That’s real magic.
The world he saw on the news came to seem like a genre-fusing farce, its story lines ever less plausible, ever more dispiriting. The world of the chamber, by contrast, was all impressionist masterworks, images and plotlines manifestly finer and more nourishing than what, of late, was passing for the real.
Why, Katie wondered, eyeing them at the altar, is false love so proud, and true love so fearful?
Might they one day reconstruct the ruins of the mind as well as those of the body?
Human things have long since jumped the shark.
Since I’ve been spending my time in nature with animals, I found out that we are the wild savages, and they are the ones who are actually civilized.
We don’t matter. There’s the good news.