It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are

The stronger a woman gets, the more insecure the men in her life feel. It doesn’t work that way for a woman. We celebrate strength--in our partners as well as in ourselves.

You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

But that's what we all are-just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.

Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?