Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

We often forget that WE ARE NATURE. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.

My sculpture can last for days or a few seconds - what is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.

There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnessed so many things.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.

Time gives growth, it gives continuity and it gives change. And in the case of some sculptures, time gives a patina to them.

Nature, for me is raw and dangerous and difficult and beautiful and unnerving.

I think that any sculpture is a response to its environment. It can be brought to life or put to sleep by the environment.

You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there.

What we perceive about ourselves is greatly a reflection of how we will end up living our lives.

Israel has its own right as a nation to defend its national security.

I had my moments for sure but I wasn't confrontational. And sometimes you get on the court and you'd find yourself very confrontational. It was all a discovery.

It is in many people's best interest for you not to find yourself, but it only matters that it is in yours, and the whole world's, to proceed.

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

The stream of thinking has enormous momentum that can easily drag you along with it. Every thought pretends that it matters so much.

Life is too short for reading inferior books.

I took my husband to the hospital yesterday to have 17 stitches out - that'll teach him to buy me a sewing kit for my birthday.

Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is.

Do politicians understand just how difficult it could be, just how devastating rises of 4C, 5C or 6C could be? I think, not yet