I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

I have been doodling with ink and watercolor on paper all my life. It's my way of stirring up my imagination to see what I find hidden in my head. I call the results dream pictures, fantasy sketches, and even brain-sharpenin g exercises.

It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. I have nothing now but praise for my life.

Because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.

I had been reading a fabulous book [The Man Verdi, by Frank Walker] about [Giuseppe] Verdi, whom I adore.

I have this idiot name tag which says 'controversial.'

There's something in this country that is so opposed to understanding the complexity of children.