Perhaps love is like a resting place, A shelter from the storm, It exists to give you comfort, It is there to keep you warm, And in those times of trouble, When you are most alone, The memory of love will bring you home

I've had a deep love affair with skiing for many years.

Whatever meaning 'Annie's Song' had for me on a personal level, there was also a larger context. It could just as easily have been about love for a brother. Or a father. Or a friend. It could just as easily have been a prayer.

There's one piece of advice my dad gave me when he dropped me off at college. He said, "You've got the talent. You can sing and play guitar. That doesn't make you any better than anyone else."

I would make my job a work of art. I would like whatever it is that I'm doing - everyone's experience of me, everyone's interaction with me, everyone's discussion, conversation, relationship with me - [to be] an event within which they get to see who they are. I would make of my life a work of art.

There has never been a time on Earth like we see today. What we need
are more ways to experience our interconnectedness - it is a precursor
to deep love. So in this quickening light, with the dawn of each new
day, let us look for love. Let us no longer struggle. Let us ever become
who we most want to be. As we begin to be who we truly are, the world
will be a better place.