Confucius does his crossword with a pen.

For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.

Women must understand that simply attacking or hating men is just another form of disempowerment. A woman has to realize that when she makes a man crawl it doesn't give her power.

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

It's emotional blackmail to say if you're a good businesswoman and a musician, you're betraying your music.

People think I'm nuts because I can sit in a room and be happy by myself.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

Some people hide more than others, and it does intrigue me.

You don’t have to say everything to be a light. Sometimes a fire built on a hill will bring interested people to your campfire.

There is in my work a very strong religious foreground and background. In the later work some of that tends to diminish, but it's certainly present in the early work.

You have to experiment with different mediums and things around you [making art].

I'm not particularly interested in running for president.

We indeed did and do own our own minds and bodies, and anything from church or state that limits that is inappropriate and inconsistent with the ... society that America is supposed to be.

All actors are looking for that role that's going to define who they are. When it happens, it's a good thing.

For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

I couldn't care less about what anybody else has to say.

Fashion is, perhaps by necessity, in a world of its own - one that only rarely overlaps with anything resembling real life. This fantasy and exoticism is part of its appeal, of course.

Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.