I have a strong theory that all the dead people are looking down and laughing and smiling and saying "Oh look, they are so upset about the death thing."

A succulent wild woman is one of any age who feels free to fully express herself in every dimension of her life.

Invent your world. Surround yourself with people, color, sounds, and work that nourish you.

So here we are, in our rare and precious lives, surrounded by gorgeous moments begging to be noticed and celebrated. Go! Celebrate!

You are sublimely, exactly, how you need to be at this moment.

The way to accomplish the assignment of truly living is to engage fully, richly, and deeply in the living of your dreams. We are made to dream and to live those dreams.

In the midst of our daily lives, we must find the juice to nourish our creative souls.

Cheer up every person you interact with (including yourself).

I absolutely trust that every animal and person has their own very necessary journey.

Be an electric eel in a goldfish pond!

There is room for us all to be how we actually are.

In the grave, there is neither learning nor working. Learn while you can, work while you can.

Your strategy for success must constantly move, change, and evolve.

I'm not really into the fashion thing.

We have flooded ourselves with the media in all its many forms. Our minds are now open to signals. We have become aerials.

You can't expect everyone to love you. I'm not someone who just wants to throw out hate, just because.

Stand-up comedy had an interesting effect on me in terms of how I started to think about constructing things, because I really loved the interstices, the linkages, or lack thereof.

If you are the normal white American, truth is you don't understand being black in America, and you instinctively underestimate the level of discrimination and the level of additional risk.

Think me not unkind and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of the wood To fetch his word to men.

I hate being tickled. Sure, it makes me laugh, but when I get tickled, I get pissed off. I'm like a monkey when I get tickled - woo-hoo!

1999 was your last recorded output, and then Porter Ricks was put on hold until 2012.