Cyndi Lauper was hilarious and generous, someone I'd loved from childhood who didn't disappoint.

Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the one that is happening as you feel it.

It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

I have tread all three of his books and they held me spellbound interesting story. Its fiction based on fact...mmm I like!

When you go into labor you see that you are not the captain of the ship. You are the ship. There is no captain. There are only the waves.

Inferiors revolt in order that they may be equal and equals that they may be superior.

It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily. "So it is." "And freezing." "Is it?" "Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately.

That we can be e pluribus Unum - out of one, many

I wasn't surprised to find myself in the back of Mr. Klein's store, wearing only my undershirt and panties, surrounded by sable.

I'm not at ease with the word "love."

Everybody should be able to choose according to his own values and history, within a European civilization that we all belong to.

Life is lived in the present and directed toward a future.

There is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud. We need the mud in order to make the lotus.