The critical image... must not only fail to capture its referent, but show its failure.

Gender is not something that one is, it is something one does, an act… a doing rather than a being.

Masculine and feminine roles are not biologically fixed but socially constructed.

We lose ourselves in what we read, only to return to ourselves, transformed and part of a more expansive world.

Possibility is not a luxury; it is as crucial as bread.

There is no gender identity behind the expressions of gender... identity is performatively constituted by the very 'expressions' that are said to be its results.

We form ourselves within the vocabularies that we did not choose, and sometimes we have to reject those vocabularies, or actively develop new ones.

All of us, as bodies, are in the active position of figuring out how to live with and against the constructions - or norms - that help to form us.

To operate within the matrix of power is not the same as to replicate uncritically relations of domination.

As we interpret ourselves differently, we also live ourselves differently.

Gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original; in fact, it is a kind of imitation that produces the very notion of the original as an effect and consequence of the imitation itself.

Our relationship was toxic. He was slowly poisoning me. I was slowly poisoning him.

Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we've told? ('Lives' - the 'v' is silent.)

Never believe you're so great or important, so right or proud, that you cannot kneel at the feet of someone you hurt and offer a humble, sincere apology.

Skeptics are never deceived.

The first requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition of religion.

When I look at designer books I am sometimes puzzled why they don't share their inspiration, when it's obvious somebody had such great inspiration.

I've always felt really lucky to get to work with really great filmmakers. For me, the whole objective is just to hopefully be of service to what they want.

My dad was quiet, angry, shut down. So my thing is: I express everything that's there. I want to get it all out.

Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!

New York has no truck with the past. It expels its dead.