I was in a convent for a year.

I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.

My life is full of mistakes. They're like pebbles that make a good road.

You can't change the world, you can only change yourself.

I, who wanted danger, adventure, and love

Very few people know how to work. Inspiration, everybody has inspiration. That's just hot air.

Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.

The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.

I happen to believe that there is an afterlife

Over and over I'm on the point of giving it up.

Joyfully we undertake our daily work.

I can fight with a real problem. But I cannot solve the ignorance. I cannot solve the illusion of your mind.

Escape is very difficult to negotiate, underwater.

You’re sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you’re convinced you’re going to die of discomfort.

We meditate to find, to recover, to come back to something of ourselves we once dimly and unknowingly had and have lost without knowing what it was or where or when we lost it.

I can't tell what god will do because I'm not God. I can only take you back to biblical principle.

The more angels we have in Silicon Valley, the better. We are funding innovation. We are funding the next Facebook, Google, and Twitter.

When one...consciously and determinedly directs his thoughts, controls his acts, and tries to feel and constantly express his love, he becomes a person of love.

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.