I ignore all the doomsaying nonsense. I'm in a business where the odds of ever earning a living are a zillion to one, so I know itcan be done. I know the impossible can become possible.

I think illness is a family journey, no matter what the outcome. Everybody has to be allowed to process it and mourn and deal with it in their own way.

Be good to yourself. Listen to your body, to your heart. We're very hard on ourselves, and we're always feeling like we're not doing enough. It's a terribly hard job.

I have a deep conviction that our lives are eternal, that it is waking and sleeping, that we are born together with the people we love lifetime after lifetime.

I'm in awe of people out there who deal with Alzheimer's, because they have to deal with death 10 times over, year after year.

I went to these mixers, you know, where you're supposed to meet people. And sure enough, some guy asked me for my phone number. but at the end of the evening he gave it back.

I'm sure it really is hard to be an oncologist, and actually, more and more people are surviving cancer.

Eve Ensler is a hero of mine. She's been working for the rights of women for a long time.

There is no such thing as an unreasonable question, or a silly question, or a frivolous question, or a waste-of-time question. It's your life, and you've got to get these answers.

You know, this is a business where only 15% make a living wage and only 9% of those are women. But I figured somebody has to be that 15%, somebody's got to be one of those women.

I asked for help, which is the hardest thing in the world.

Ever since my famous battle with Python, I've had a phobia of scaly reptilian creatures. (Especially if you include my stepmother, Hera. BOOM!)

We have to accept that much of reality is ineffable and so to understand it we can't rely on words alone.

Perfect bliss, from just the thought of you next to me.

The mind's deepest desire, even in its most elaborate operations, parallels man's unconscious feeling in the face of his universe: it is an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity.

Even loss and betrayal can bring us awakening.

And after all this time that you still owe, you're still a good-for nothing I don't know.

Someone else doesn't have to be wrong for you to be right.

That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.

And I knew then, as I know now, that I still have so much to do.

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-