When would insight, knowledge, hope, and beauty meld?

Holy shit, " somebody muttered in the dark."A virgin, " sputtered another."I didn't know they still made them.""He just did.

All your life has been a journey to find an identity.

It’s the oldest story in the world. You want him back, don’t you?

And what has been so awful in your life that you have to write about it?” Mrs Lincoln, a definite gall bladder, persevered.

The warring conflict in man between the intellect and the libido shall never be twinned.

Don't be afraid. Change is such a beautiful thing", said the Butterfly.

Thus every matter, if it is to be done well, calls for the attention of the whole person.

If you light a lamp for someone it will also brighten your path.

I've gotten to where my hair is like my onstage prop; I need to hide behind it and throw it around - it's my slo-mo effect.

It's funny how most activists are pacifists.

Catering is extremely demanding financially and physically. It's a business.

Art is vice. One does not wed it, one rapes it.

In convent, I live for 4 months in a broom closet. I do not rot.

Politics? Ha! You couldn't get into politics. You couldn't get in anywhere. You couldn't even get in the men's room at the Astor!

There's a big, wonderful world out there for you. It belongs to you. It's exciting and stimulating and rewarding. Don't cheat yourselves out of this promise.