I had daydreams and fantasies when I was growing up. I always wanted to live in a log cabin at the foot of a mountain. I would ride my horse to town and pick up provisions. Then return to the cabin with a big open fire a record player and peace.

When we take our eyes off the whirl of day-to-day activity and concentrate on honoring Him and following in His way we find a consistent peace that carries us through both plenty and poverty.

The business of peace requires more than showing up with paint brushes foodstuffs and an oil pipeline or two.

Nationalism is a silly cock crowing on his own dunghill.

Patriot: the person who can holler the loudest without knowing what he is hollering about.

I've worked so hard to eliminate the inner geek from my life. I suddenly realize I have no patience for those people who still have their geeks showing. Now I see why being 'normal' has been so important to me.

I came to parenting the way most of us do - knowing nothing and trying to learn everything.

My grandmother was a kind of Scarsdale New York society woman best known in her day as the author of the 1959 book 'Growing Your Own Way: An Informal Guide for Teen-Agers' - this despite being a person whose parenting style made Joan Crawford's wire hangers look like pool noodles.

I regret not having had more time with my kids when they were growing up.

It's a great mistake I think to put children off with falsehoods and nonsense when their growing powers of observation and discrimination excite in them a desire to know about things.

Assuming that man has a distinct spiritual nature a soul why should it be thought unnatural that under appropriate conditions of maladjustment his soul might die before his body does or that his soul might die without his knowing it?

Growing hemp as nature designed it is vital to our urgent need to reduce greenhouse gases and ensure the survival of our planet.

When I was growing up Dr. Seuss was really my favorite. There was something about the lyrical nature and the simplicity of his work that really hit me.

Loki in 'Thor' is the most incredible springboard into a sort of excavation of the darker aspects of human nature. So that was thrilling coming back knowing that I'd built the boat and now I could set sail into choppier waters.

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.

Knowing trees I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass I can appreciate persistence.

I'm not trying to keep up or adapt. I'm allowing myself to grow evolve and create new music.

Writing has laws of perspective of light and shade just as painting does or music. If you are born knowing them fine. If not learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

I've never had a very quiet voice. I tried in choir to make it smaller and it just didn't work out. And I listened to a lot of soul music when I was growing up on my own accord. But I was mostly into Mama Cass and Gladys Knight and they all had big voices too just different than mine.

Starting out really punk came from not knowing any better and listening to music like that not knowing how to play music - well still not knowing how to play music.

When I was a kid I was following black soul music.

My heart which is so full to overflowing has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.

I was growing up listening to Queen. Freddie Mercury threw those incredible melodies into his songs.