When I was young, I wanted my appearance to be more interesting than what surrounded me. Now the body part I like best is my eyes, because they bring beauty to me.

My mother was a listener. I'm a talker. I'm very comfortable talking.

What is perfection, anyway? It's the death of creativity.

I spent a lot of time protecting myself. I mean, I've met a lot of extraordinary people over the years - and I just wish I had been able to open myself up to them more.

We can grow gracefully, or gorgeously. I pick both.

I'm a hoarder. For me, documentation has always been key, and I've kept everything from my past.

Humor helps us get through life with a modicum of grace. It offers one of the few benign ways of coping with the absurdity of it all.