Dance with the sufis, celebrate your top ten in the charts of pain.

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 can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

Men are born equal but they are also born different.

We like to test things... no matter how good an idea sounds, test it first.

What counts is a way to get along with people that will bring us personal satisfaction and, at the same time, not trample upon the egos of those we deal with.

Redheaded Peckerwood, which unerringly walks the fine line between fiction and nonfiction, is a disturbingly beautiful narrative about unfathomable violence and its place on the land

As an optimist, I choose to be glass-half-full about [Donald Trump] while still very cautiously appreciating and understanding the fear that a lot of our fellow citizens have.

[Van Jones] you should be a racial polemicist. You should be a racial reconciler.

I shall be an Attila to Venice.

Let go the things of which you are in doubt for the things in which there is no doubt.

Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath, Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night.