Art is as heavy as sorrow, as light as a breeze, as bright as an idea, as pretty as a picture, as funny as money, and as fugitive as fraud!

We are obliged to steal pieces of language, both visual and textual.

Money talks. It makes art. It determines what food we eat, whether we are cured or die, and what shoes we wear.

It's a small world, but not if you have to clean it

I've always been very tied to language.

I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun.

There's a moment of recognition. It's that white-light kind of stuff that just "works." I love that. And you know it when it happens, whether it's a movie, music, a building, a book.