The artesian well of joy never runs dry. We clog it with our thoughts.

Artist by nature, actor by instinct, poet by accident, and vagabond by choice.

I take it as a compliment when somebody calls me crazy. I would be offended if I was one of the sheeple, one of the sleepwalkers in the matrix or part of the collective hallucination we call 'normal

No one should ever be allowed to make you feel unworthy of becoming wealthy. Your wealth lies mainly upon your understanding of your worth.

Far from being accidental details, the properties of nature's basic building blocks are deeply entwined with the fabric of space and time.

People should meet an acceptable threshold of appropriateness. But for many women in the public eye, it just seems that the burden is so heavy.

You watch the Supreme Court in action on these cases, and they are a conflicted court. However, when it comes to speech issues generally, the court has been protective.

Too often we're happy to receive thanks from the nonprofits we fund, accepting gratitude instead of feedback or performance measurements.

All space must be attached to a value, to a public dimension. There is no private space. The only private space that you can imagine is the human mind.

A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.

But the waiting time, my brothers, Is the hardest time of all.

I can't get my knickers in a twist about my age and ageing in an industry that caters to the ids of 14-year-olds.