Every new fashion is a form of rebellion.

So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.

I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.

You don't have to become something that you aren't to become better than you are.

I know how easy it is for one to stay well within moral, ethical, and legal bounds through the skillful use of words - and to thereby spin, sidestep, circumvent, or bend a truth completely out of shape. To that extent, we are all liars on numerous occasions.

If I'm remembered for having done a few good things and if my presence here has sparked some good energies, that's plenty.