I want to branch out. I want to write. I write poetry. I want to see my children grow up well.

Ask yourself: Have you been kind today? Make kindness your daily modus operandi and change your world.

The future hasn't happened yet and the past is gone. So I think the only moment we have is right here and now, and I try to make the best of those moments, the moments that I'm in.

There are two kinds of artists left: those who endorse Pepsi and those who simply won't.

I was brought up in a tenement house in a working district. We didn't even have a bathroom! We had a gaslight in the hallway and a black-and-white TV.

This is the book I never read ~ These are the words I never said ~ This is the path I'll never tread ~ These are the dreams I'll dream instead

I played with the image, because I think image is temporary. It's a projection. It's illusory.

I love to be individual, to step beyond gender.

You have to face things, have faith in what you do and go for it. Think, 'What's the worst that could happen?'

Humankind seems to have an enormous capacity for savagery, for brutality, for lack of empathy, for lack of compassion.

A lot of music you might listen to is pretty vapid, it doesn't always deal with our deeper issues. These are the things I'm interested in now, particularly at my age.

Hello, dinner. It’s me, I’m starving. And I know where you live.

We often learn to just earn dirty paper and forget to gain the wisdom needed to earn a life.

am i insane" asked alice"yes, but all the best people are" replied her father

I'm not that professional.

I am literally obsessed with Lena Dunham. She's, like, my favorite person in the world. I follow her on Twitter; I read her every day.

Individuality realized is the supreme attainment of the human soul, the master-master's work of art. Individuality is sacred.

Skyrocketing insurance premiums are debilitating our Nation's health care delivery system and liability insurers are either leaving the market or raising rates to excessive levels.

If you have to cry, it's okay. I'll cry with you.

There is a wind of nationalism and freedom blowing round the world, and blowing as strongly in Asia as elsewhere.

the damned book I am writing is like the driveling of a weak-kneed sea calf. If I were sufficiently strong minded, I should tear it up an start again. But I don't.