Profusion gives pleasure up to a point; then we become squeamish.

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.

I have no wealth or splendors to give, but I have love and smiles to share.

You cannot skip the beginning and hope to reach the end. You will fall as soon as you get there

Only when people are aware will they start to care.

We cannot change anything unless we accept it.

Part of the act of creating is in discovering your own kind. They are everywhere. But don't look for them in the wrong places.

Will you ask God to bring you to the place where you're willing to be willing?

I was so ugly my mother used to feed me with a sling shot.

I try, and I think I succeed, in making my readers feel sorry for my psychopaths, because I do.

Why now, why is this the perfect time for this particular idea, and to start this particular company?

At some point around '94 or '95, 'Rolling Stone' said that guitar rock was dead and that the Chemical Brothers were the future. I think that was the last issue of 'Rolling Stone' I ever bought.