There are probably more internet hate sites about me than Charles Manson.
I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future
I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself
I was just sort of moving through time.
You can have manic depression without having an ounce of creativity
No matter what your laundry list of requirements in choosing a mate, there has to be an element of good luck and good fortune and good timing.
When I don't know what the music is going to be for a scene, I imagine some sort of orchestration going on and damned if they don't usually come up with a similar kind of thing.
What's inspiring me the most [is] injustice. My own growth as a member of the human race, in terms of the veils being lifted, seeing more of the beauty and also the horror. A sense of my own purpose in this life. Love. . .
The mass production of distraction is now as much a part of the American way of life as the mass production of automobiles.
If I was a locksmith, I'd be pimping that out man. I'll trade you a free key duplication for. That joke made me laugh before I could finish it, which is good, because it had no ending.
We live in a racist world. Everywhere there is racism. We say to White people, "You really have to examine how you behave in the world. You are responsible for deconstructing internalized racism and being part of a ongoing process of decolonizing yourself. "