You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

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

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

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.