If one woman is suffering, then we are all suffering, and we need to put a voice to that.

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.

My light must shine, so that the darkness will disappear.

You must play boldly to win.

I was trying to figure out how to use the skills I had developed in the world of social change.

(When asked who wore the pants in his house:) I do, and I also wash and iron them.

anger and jeaously are first cousins!

If we do not like what we see in the world, we must face what we don't like in ourselves. As we change, the world will change with us.

In military school, on day one you must memorize the mission of the Merchant Marine Academy.

Look at all these pigeons, think they can just trust us humans? You can't trust us humans!

After all, there is nothing but failure.

I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .