I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.