It is the sheer ugliness and banality of everyday life which turns my blood to ice and makes me cringe in terror.
Creative people are more prone to depression.
Antidepressants are very good, but it's a clinical cosh, really. Sometimes you have to be knocked out, just to stop; when you're in that state all you want to do is just sleep, and rest your body and your brain.
I've been told I sold 110m albums and singles. If that's the case, I should've come here in a space rocket.
Achievement results from work realizing ambition.
Men look like pandas when they try and put make-up on.
Mental health needs a great deal of attention. It's the final taboo and it needs to be faced and dealt with.
Meditation is the movement of love. It isn't the love of the one or of the many. It is like water that anyone can drink out of any jar.
I was brought up to believe I could achieve anything. My mother instilled in me the belief that there was always something great coming. For example, even though I'm afraid of flying, I always think the plane can't crash because there are so many better things still to come.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
I cannot help but wonder whether, by continuing and expanding the school lunch program, we aren't witnessing, if not encouraging, the slow demise of yet another American tradition: the brown bag. Perhaps we are beholding yet another break in the chain that links child to home.