My family could only afford to get me the box of eight Crayola crayons, but I craved the one with all 24 colours. I wanted magenta and turquoise and silver and gold.

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

I believe that I am male and I am female.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.

I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.