I think the culture today is very, very different from what it was in the '60s, and I feel lucky that I grew up at a time when I had these very strong female role models.

In theater and dance, I was trying to win someone's approval, trying to get in, trying to be good. It felt out of my control, whereas music suddenly felt like this free expression. It was fun.

There are definitely some stories worth telling and I think there's something to be said for telling your story.

You realize you can get good at something, even though ballet almost felt like you could never be good enough. No matter how hard you worked, it was so hard to be a great dancer.

I've had a lot of fun watching my husband's wonderful career as a filmmaker unfold and all the interesting places we've been and people we've met. It's just been a really enjoyable ride.

I like singing in harmony - I like not having to sing every song.

There are different chemistries you can have in different bands, and part of that's caused by the gender.

Oh, well, I'd like to have commercial success. I guess.

I don't read music, which is a shame, actually, and I shouldn't even speak of it because it's embarrassing, but it's true.

I went to UC Berkeley for college, and it was during the period when the whole punk movement was happening.

Don’t let anybody to ruin your inner joy or to interfere in your marvellous rhythm!

If you limit yourself to sexual pleasure it's narcissistic. You don't connect with the other, you take what pleasure you want from them.

It's been my experience, Charlotte, that the crisis never comes as or when you expect.

The present age has seen a great slump in humanist values.

As you consider building your own minimum viable product, let this simple rule suffice: remove any feature, process, or effort that does not contribute directly to the learning you seek.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Sherlock Holmes was a drug addict without a single amiable trait.

Kipling, the grandson of a Methodist preacher, reveals the tin-pot evangelist with increasing clarity as youth and its ribaldries pass away and he falls back upon his fundamentals.

Kill one man and you're a murderer, kill a million and you're a conqueror.

I'd really love to live in New York for awhile. That's what I'm hoping to do.