At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.

I am with you always. You just have to find me by opening your inner eyes and closing your egocentric mind.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

The opposite of manliness isn’t cowardice

I am happy to have success in the entertainment biz, but the root of my happiness comes from my neighborhood, NYC.

I want to play music that draws a picture of the world and its space.

The poet resists the pressures of reality, including the pressures of violence, in making, in forming, the poem. The tension is in the resistance - the poem is an act of resistance.

In knowledge-intensive business settings, where every manager has to oversee massive amounts of information as well as people, facilitating the use of psychic energy becomes a primary concern.

The past is another planet.

Only those who do not fill the places they are holding slow the progress of the world