For me performing has a lot to do with being fearless.

There's only so many small shows you can do. A lot of the smaller things are more side project things. Not everything is appropriate for Sonic Youth to do.

Women make natural anarchists and revolutionaries, because they've always been second-class citizens, kinda having had to claw their way up.

When Punk Rock happened, it created an opening in the culture... it made it ok to think you could play music, even though you had no musical training.

If you don't fit into a certain type, there's a lot of strength in just being who you are.

Someone once wrote that in between the lives we lead and the lives we fantasize about living is the place in our heads where most of us actually live.

People pay to see others believe in themselves.

Rap music is really good when you're traumatized.

Women are natural anarchists...

I mean, who made up all the rules in the culture? Men-white male corporate society. So why wouldnt a woman want to rebel against that?

At the end of the day, women are expected to hold up the world, not annihilate it.

Do not think that your magic ring will work if you are not yourself Solomon.

Billy Joel is an incredible musician. He just feels like one of the guys, you know. I grew up listening to his music.

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities, improve their talents but impair their virtues; and strengthen their minds but weaken their morals.

The first time you hold your baby in your arms, I mean, a sense of strength and love washes over you. It washed over me and I never thought that possible.

We need the Chinese to - you know, spend more, save less - consume more and not be so focused on exports. There are big changes we need in the world.

In a battery, I strive to maximize electrical potential. When mentoring, I strive to maximize human potential.

Give up being perfect for being authentic. Be who you are. Love who you are. Others will too.

If we could let go of our faith in money, who knows what we might put in its place?

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

I dance with the dancers.