Hands on your breast can keep your heart beating.

I moved to New York in the 1970s and started writing when I was at the Whitney Museum Independent Study Program.

I wanted to be an abstract painter, but I was rotten at it.

That's the test of street art – to see if anybody stopped. People would cross out ones they didn't like and would star others. I liked that people would engage with them.

My arrogance knows no bounds and I will make no peace today, and you should be so lucky to find a woman like me.

At times inactivity is preferable to mindless functioning.

At times your unconsciousness is truer than your conscious mind