The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.

I like women who can throw a ball and laugh loud and have some spine, and I like men who don't mind cooking dinner.

Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair

I don't like to sit and bask in my own awards. Awards represent artistic death to me.

Walking is magic. Can't recommend it highly enough. I read that Plato and Aristotle did much of their brilliant thinking together while ambulating. The movement, the meditation, the health of the blood pumping, and the rhythm of footsteps...this is a primal way to connect with one's deeper self.

I want to sit with my legs wide open and laugh so loud that the whole damn restaurant turns and looks at me.

And she is your holy Mary. And I am so ordinary.