Things looked funny because my pictures depend on an emotional state... I know this is true and I thought about this for a long time. Somehow it made me feel very, very good.

Then at one point I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands

You cannot see me from where I look at myself

I feel like I am floating in plasma I need a teacher or a lover I need someone to risk being involved with me. I am so vain and I am so masochistic. How can they coexist?

I wish i could change my mind as easily as I change socks But then I don't change socks so easily

THIS ACTION THAT I FORESEE has nothing to do with melodrama It is that life as lived by me now is a series of exceptions I was (am?) not unique but special. This is why I was an artist

Real things don't frighten me just the ones in my mind do.

Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner?

A lot of photography is making records of people, as objects, friends. It's like organizing a wardrobe - in terms of size etc.

Am I in the picture? Am I getting in or out of it? I could be a ghost, an animal or a dead body, not just this girl standing on the corner…?

Instead they choose to accept their fallibilities. They recognised the simplicity and power of using a checklist.

Then, when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I see it. And I knew, only then, that I’m truly in Heaven.

I compare Stephen Sondheim with humor, because humor is unanalyzable. You can't analyze humor. You just have to get through it.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

Humor is the chocolate chips in the ice cream of life.

People succeed at just about anything they're genuinely enthusiastic about.

Every time you lose you die a little bit. You die inside...a portion of you. Not all of your organs. Maybe just your liver.

Sit down every day and DO IT. Writing is a self-taught craft; the more you work at it, the more skilled you become. And when you're not writing, READ.

Time will tell. Time is always telling. Time never stops telling.

Accepting the gift may take the accumulated wisdom of some trodden miles, but it also opens the welcome windows of joy.