Arthur Rimbaud was a disreputable, mean, ruthless, perverse, hateful wretch. He was also one of the greatest poets who ever lived.

Manhattan is a narrow island off the coast of New Jersey devoted to the pursuit of lunch.

The noncook is in a helpless position, much like that of the car owner who can’t change a tire and has to depend on mechanics to keep his automobile running.

Sichuan food would not be Sichuanese without the hot chilies that arrived before 1700 from South America.

Only the river is free, always changing but always the same.

Boundary violations are deeply experienced.

Sadness is a state of sin.

You have to really concentrate on piano or acting. You can't do both.

In the dining room, next to my collection of colorful papier-mache Mardi Gras float art, hang draperies made of the New Orleans toile fabric that I designed pre-Katrina for Hazelnut.

A religion can no more afford to degrade its Devil than to degrade its God.

All of spiritual practice is a matter of relationship: to ourselves, to others, to life's situations.

Parenthood is an amazing opportunity to be able to ruin someone from scratch.

Talking to god and coming back because that's what we have to do. That's your responsibility as a director, as an artist, as a performer. Your responsibility is back again to your people.

I've been enjoying 'Life on the Mississippi' by Mark Twain that I picked up at the airport randomly. It's very witty and interesting to read about his time as a steamboat pilot.

Where you find the attraction for lust and wealth considerably diminished, to whatever creed he may belong, know that his inner spirit is awakening.