In convent, I live for 4 months in a broom closet. I do not rot.

Multitasking? I can't even do two things at once. I can't even do one thing at once.

Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?

Even in our day, science suspects beyond the Polar seas, at the very circle of the Arctic Pole, the existence of a sea which never freezes and a continent which is ever green.

Who wants to be normal when you can be unique?

I still love taking pictures with Polaroid film. For me, it offers the most beautiful way of capturing reality and transferring it onto a flat piece of paper.

There are no ugly women, only lazy ones.

Whether you are sixteen or over sixty, remember, understatement is the rule of a fine makeup artist.

I drink a lot of Diet Coke and belch. I've been known to use the ''f'' word.

I am very much aware of the visual side of things. I do a lot of photography. I often take Polaroids of things that strike me as visually interesting, just to remember them and perhaps use later.

I've never had white teeth. To be honest, I've never been told to do any of those horrible things - get your teeth whitened or your nose straightened.

It was as if when he left he'd taken some of the screws that held her together and now all she could do was walk around all wonky and falling apart

I'm mad in the front of my mind, but business-minded in the back.

It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.

I'm not the greatest long-distance shooter, I know that. But I know if I can get around that free-throw line area, a lot of times you've just got to hope I miss.

Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality.

Healing and positive life change comes from having the courage and spiritual conviction to look squarely at life's impermanence.

I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun.

Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?

The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

The union of the mathematician with the poet, fervor with measure, passion with correctness, this surely is the ideal.