In a strange city, I connect through food and fantasy.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

That's the beauty of art--we strive for perfection but never achieve it. The journey is everything.

Out of the fire, passion is born.

I can imagine few things more trying to the patience than the long wasted days of waiting.

Behind the cloud the sun is still shining.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

Martha Stewart was found guilty on all charges. You know what that means, stripes are in this year.

If you will stop feeding your feelings, then they will stop controlling you.

With John Wayne, we argued all the time and we made four pictures.

By and by when each nation has 20,000 battleships and 5,000,000 soldiers we shall all be safe and the wisdom of statesmanship will stand confirmed.

No. He'll get hurt, and he's a good person.