The computing world is very good at things that we are not. It is very good at memory.
He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had
We tell lies when we are afraid. . . afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.
You are only a prisoner when you surrender.
Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
After all, is it not the way we humans shape the universe, shape time itself? Do we not take the raw stuff of chaos and impose a beginning, middle, and end on it, like the simplest and most profound of folktales, to reflect the shapes of our own tiny lives? And if the physicists are right, that the physical world changes as it is observed, and we are its only known observers, then might we not be bending the entire chaotic universe, the eternal, ever-active Now, to fit that familiar form?
You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place. )
People say, "How do you write songs?" I say, "Patience. " I may have a track that's hot, but no words. I'll just let it sit for years, because I know they're going to meet. They'll find it.
Lack and limitation can only exist when we make room for them in our mind
A lot of people told me that I'm committing musical suicide with my sound.
There is an old saying which, from its truth, has become proverbial, that friendships should be immortal, enmities mortal.