Artists don't make objects. Artists make mythologies.

A fan sent me a letter and a $10 bill. It's a short letter - all she said was, 'Hey, since it's harder for you to go out these days without getting photographed, here $10 for a pizza.' I was like, 'Aww, she sent me money for a pizza so I could eat at home!'

Zac Efron

People always accuse me of being motivational in a way, like it was a bad thing, but that's just how I was raised. My mom raised me in a positive environment, with lots of love in my heart, and that reflects in my music.

Lenny Kravitz

I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny, exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites.

Nelson Mandela

Marijuana is a useful catalyst for specific optical and aural aesthetic perceptions. I apprehended the structure of certain pieces of jazz and classical music in a new manner under the influence of marijuana, and these apprehensions have remained valid in years of normal consciousness.

Allen Ginsberg, The Great Mariju

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

Lao Tzu

We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.

Aulus Persius Flaccus

Many are called but few are chosen. There are sayings of Christ which suggest that the Church he came to establish will always be a minority affair.

Edward Norman

I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't luckily have to bother about that.

Agatha Christie, An Autobiograph

All businesses need to be young forever. If your customer base ages with you, you're Woolworth's.

Jeff Bezos

Mathematics expresses values that reflect the cosmos, including orderliness, balance, harmony, logic, and abstract beauty.

Deepak Chopra

These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume

William Shakespeare

Where is your angel now?

Cassandra Clare