Deep breaths are very helpful at shallow parties.

My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.

When you're around me and really see that all I do is live and breathe for my work it's not strange it's just Gaga.

This programme to stop nuclear by 2020 is just crazy. If there were a nuclear war and humanity were wiped out the Earth would breathe a sigh of relief.

Every day I try to do breathing exercises meditation and yoga. These things sound awfully cliche but they help me slow down and try to point to a truth.

Scientific truth is marvelous but moral truth is divine and whoever breathes its air and walks by its light has found the lost paradise.

Spirit of place! It is for this we travel to surprise its subtlety and where it is a strong and dominant angel that place seen once abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents its habits its breath its name.

I was in the studio so much it was about the search for air in a metaphoric sense and the breathing has more to do with travel for me about the search musically for open air.

Dealing with global warming doesn't mean we have all got to suddenly stop breathing. Dealing with global warming means that we have to stop waste and if you travel for no reason whatsoever that is a waste.

I'm thankful to be breathing on this side of the grass. Whatever comes comes.