No matter what else you came up against, if you could smile and laugh while a monkey did you with chestnuts in a dank concrete basement while somebody took pictures, well, any other situation would be a piece of cake

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

There's worse that people can steal from you than money.

Every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

People die', she says. 'People tear down houses. But furniture, fine, beautiful furniture, it just goes on and on, surviving everything.' She says, 'Armoires are the cockroaches of our culture.