An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.
I meditate and I also think about meditation. Which is funny. I think about Maharishi, about just the idea of meditating. It gives me something.
I sit and I write automatically. I don't really try to write. My subconscious mind takes over and writes the songs for me. Songs come very easily for me. When I'm inspired, it takes me 20 minutes to write a song.
All of the artists did such a beautiful job I can’t thank them enough. I’m just honored that God Only Knows was chosen. God Only Knows is a very special song. An extremely spiritual song and one of the best I’ve ever written.
I think about God, yes, and I wonder if there is a God. And if there is a God, will God please help me through my hard trips.
You're called a genius by people, and then your whole life you become the part.
Surfing music is dead. It was just a summer craze for kids on the beach. I'm finished with it.
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
A general belief seems to prevail in the colony that the Indians are little better, if at all, than the savages or natives of Africa. Even the children are taught to believe in that manner, with the result that the Indian is being dragged down to the position of a raw Kaffir.
And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?
This process of election affords a moral certainty that the office of President will seldom fall to the lot of any many who is not in an eminent degree endowed with the requisite qualifications.