. . . Now you see . . . they' re not fit for humans . . ." "Put them on me.

There's a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. There's a lot of sex, you know, in art. There's a lot of naked women and men, and there's intrigue, there's fakery. It's a real microcosm of the larger world.

Rebelliousness really is the province of young people-that kind of iconoclasm.

When your hobbies get in the way of your work - that's OK; but when your hobbies get in the way of themselves... well.

I didn't worry if a bit got no response, as long as I believed it had enough response to linger.

For a while, Mirabelle believes there will be a moment when he will cave in and let himself love her, but eventually she lets the idea go. She hits bottom. She dwells in the muck for several months, not depressed exactly, but involved in a mourning that at first she thinks is for Ray but soon realizes is for the loss of her old self.

I love doing my surreal sing-along that had words that no one could follow.