I talk about very serious human affairs but with a lightness of heart.

Liberation, I guess, is everybody getting what they think they want, without knowing the whole truth. Or in other words, liberation finally amounts to being free from things we don't like in order to be enslaved by things we approve of. Here's to the eternal tandem.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

My secret agenda is to convey my values to my kids.

I believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart, the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind.

When my father finally got around to teaching me to drive, he was impressed at my "natural" talent for driving, not knowing that I had already been secretly driving my mother's car around the neighborhood. When I took the test and got my license and my father gave me my own set of keys to the car one night at dinner, it was a major rite of passage for him and my mother. Their perception of me had changed and was formally acknowledged. For me the occasion meant a private sanction to do in public what I had already been doing in secret.

You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.