Art is the reason I get up in the morning, but the definition ends there. It doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define.

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.

Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don't talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it's the superstructure of human society?

I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.

If you surrender, you have already lost. If you refuse to give up, though, no matter the odds against you, at least you have succeeded in trying.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

The long path from material through function to creative work has only one goal: to create order out of the desperate confusion of our time.

The vegetarian movement is an ancient movement and is not quite a modern one.

I have this typical Ukrainian face. Even people who know my music don't recognize me most of the time, thank God.

I'm trying to put more elements of the essay into my writing.

To the person who does not know where he wants to go there is no favorable wind.

Those who make us happy are always thankful to us for being so; their gratitude is the reward of their benefits.

The variety of opinions leads to questions. Questions lead to truth.

Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and bedtime?