In America the press rules the countrty; it rules its politics, its religion, its social practices.
Sometimes we know not where or how far we are going until we stop and think about just how far we have come and why.
I may not be perfect but I am perfect enough to be a very good rendition of me.
Sometimes the answers are not there until we stand still and listen. But they are there and they are usually surrounded by love. You are too.
Sometimes I wonder if the lessons in life will ever stop but then why would you want to remain ignorant?
When the world around you is falling to pieces. Invite yourself into a new world that you have invented and can't be touched.
When everything around you seems bleak, sick and empty - the antidote is forgiveness and love of yourself, and others, plus a dollop of gratitude.
When I cannot get that moment of truth where you feel yourself opening up like a flower, I absolutely loathe the bloody camera. I can just feel this black hole eyeing me, sucking me in, and I feel like smashing it to smithereens.
Because in the school of the Spirit man learns wisdom through humility, knowledge by forgetting, how to speak by silence, how to live by dying.
Every new day begins with possibilities.
I think where you get into trouble - for instance the mixing of sex and violence - is when you're telling an audience that this horrible thing is enjoyable. The suffering just gets out of hand too much. It becomes pornographic.