Time is a mind construct. It's not real.

I didn't mind being thought of as dumb. I knew I wasn't.

When a man is perfect, he sees perfection in others. When he sees imperfection, it is his own mind projecting itself.

A painter without hands who wished to express in song the picture before his mind would, by means of this substitution of spheres, still reveal more about the essence of things than does the empirical world.

If your joy is derived from what society thinks of you, you're always going to be disappointed.

As far as guitar picking, if I make the same mistakes at the same time every day, people will start calling it a style.