Native ability without education is like a tree without fruit.
I bought an electric scooter in sixth grade. Bankrupted me.
I can't handle the paparazzi. They're everywhere. One of them was in a dumpster trying to take my photo the other day. It was crazy!
Honesty is most important, and it's difficult when you're young and single and sort of figuring out your own life.
It's weird, but I don't feel like think I deserve any of the attention. There's really nothing but one audition for a Disney Channel movie that separates me from 2,000 other brown-haired, blue-eyed guys in L. A. , you know?
The more attention you give to the paparazzi, the more it just, like, validates everything. . .
I'd love to take a year off and travel the world under the radar. I would love to do it really low key. I wouldn't need to stay in fancy hotels or anything; I just want to explore - but I don't know how I'd do it. Would I shave my head to try and go incognito? Ha ha! I'm not telling.
Go out there into the glory of the woods. See God in every particle of them expressing glory and strength and power, tenderness and protection. Know that they are God expressing God made manifest.
And for the sake of humility--a characteristic crucial to sacred questioning we might do well to confess that we're capable at any moment of such bad religion ourselves.
The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.
[At age 76:] A good life is like a good play -- it has to have a satisfying and exciting third act.