We lose things all the time. We lose ourselves every day. We lose our minds occasionally. But it's just a part of life, loss.

I'm much more of a minimalist. My mom was Russian, so she loved lots of jewelry and opulence and tons of paintings on the wall and lots of clothes. I'll buy one thing that I love a season and wear it all the time.

Everything in your life is there to teach you something; you can be awake to it or asleep to it. I can't remember which master said this, but he said, when the monsters are coming, you have to let them eat cake. Feed them. The more you invite them in, the less scary they become.

I thought my mom's whole purpose was to be my mom. That's how she made me feel.

Falling in love for the first time, and then the heartbreak of having it end, is difficult, but I don't think it would ever hurt as much as when my mother was killed in the boating accident. I feel a part of my heart has already been broken, and that place is reserved for mother.

If I walk into my house and something is askew, I can't do anything until I fix it. It's so burdensome to live that way.

I like the feeling of feeling my feelings.