Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

We dedicate most of the time worrying about our deficiencies and self-criticism instead of concentrating on our goals and believing in our destination

We are hell different but vanity keeps us stuck.

When I played sports, if you lose the game, and then you complain, that makes you a sore loser. That doesn't make you protester - that just makes you a whiner.

I get to work with great photographers, wear lovely clothes, be part of the creative process.

Fixing is the illness model; acceptance is the identity model; which way any family goes reflects their assumptions and resources.

Sometimes the best way to be useful is to get out of somebody's way.

Trouble is part of your life

It is not lawful for you to make a compromise with God: to try to fulfill part of your duties and to omit others at your own pleasure.

I know it sounds hard to believe, but habits laid down by our ancestors persist even after the conditions that created those habits have gone away.

A queen, devoid of beauty is not queen; She needs the royalty of beauty's mien.