If people want to make war they should make a color war, and paint each others’ cities up in the night in pinks and greens.

Dance in your dream. Go out into the street and hug everyone you meet. Tell them how beautiful they are. Dance together.

Women are very intelligent and not appreciated. We try to pretend that we are not clever, and it's such a pity that we can't show how clever we are.

Art for me is like breathing. When I stop breathing, what happens?

I saw sorrow turning into clarity.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I'm not going to doubt my life.