People get so burned out on hearing about sexism, but you know what? I would love to burn out on it. I would love to never talk about that again, but until we're all equal I shall have to fight, and remain fighting.

I literally feel pity for a lot of the stupid idiots that I have to deal with.

I just felt like, "Why would you discuss my body as if it's an object?" People will come up and say things like, "Are your breasts real?" I mean, people will come up and discuss my body as if I'm not human.

My whole family is very art-based. My sister runs a gallery, my other sister works for PACE in New York, my other sister is a sculptor. I'd say the ending one is me because that's the artist and the artist feels a lot.

Short-sightedness is killing us.

I don't mind being disliked - I will be the one to step up and say what needs to be said if it helps one woman who comes after me.

Why are women still this underclass? If we all banded together...