Authentic spirituality. . . does not render the self content, it renders it undone.
Sometimes I make stuff, and even I don't like it. There's something about it that I don't really like, or annoys me. For whatever reason it needs to come out.
I care so much about making things that are useful for people to have and listen to, but I don't care so much that I won't do whatever the hell I want. It's just one of those things.
I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved
I think that you have to let yourself be agitated and annoyed and not be fully comfortable.
The other day I was down by the Hudson River, and I see two nuns in full habit rollerblading down the street holding hands. And I'm like, 'Oh, my God, I get it. The world is surreal and beautiful. And everything is fine. '
I've been thinking a lot about space. It was one of those slow-motion realisations how little we are, how far we are from everything else in our solar system. This idea of distance started kind of haunting me. How do you go forth and accomplish things but not end up leaving everything you started out with in the dust?
Pleasure usually takes the form of me and now; joy is us and always.
Ideas don’t make money, effort does.
Play fair. Don't hit people. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Heaven knows, it's not the way it could be.