It is possible that our race may be an accident, in a meaningless universe, living its brief life uncared for, on this dark, cooling star
Life doesn't come at you. It comes from you.
You can't live the rest of your life carrying a pain because your parents couldn't get along. I choose to spend my life crafting a joy.
I feel at home in intimate concert halls. I can take risks and I'm immediately forgiven if the risk is a failure because it's such a cozy atmosphere. It opens up the opportunity for conversation and for interacting with the crowd.
I get my most creative energy after a show, so I love to go back to the hotel and compose new material. I generally do it in a rush. I have to get it out, otherwise I can't sleep.
I can't predict what songs will do to the collective consciousness.
Whether or not I tour forever, I'm not sure. I would love to spend more time living in harmony with nature rather than flying all over the world and contributing to global warming, you know what I mean?
People inspire you, or they drain you - pick them wisely.
I'm for economic independence.
Today enormous effort goes into convincing the American public that we're just consumers of media manipulation and sound-bites and spin doctors. That we care only about ourselves, money, and stuff. That acting out of passion and conviction doesn't make a difference. But all history shows that it does.
From the Son of Heaven down to the mass of the people, all must consider the cultivation of the person the root of everything besides.