I'm fully aware had I stayed with my art, I would be well known, respected and most likely rich.

We are constantly protecting the male ego, and it's a disservice to men. If a man has any sensitivity or intelligence, he wants to get the straight scoop from his girlfriend.

Masturbation is our first and natural form of sexual activity and if that's inhibited or damaged, then we suffer for the rest of our lives.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice! That's the condition of the female. Women have been conditioned to sacrifice for centuries.

The person whose face is between your legs is gonna get lockjaw.

The powers that be understand that sexual freedom or liberation with any kind of joy means they are losing control.

A monogamous marriage and family is what some women want - but not all of us. We are mostly doing serial monogamy anyway.

When I do documentaries, my best information ends up on the cutting-room floor. People have trouble dealing with sexual honesty.

The first thing the male establishment wants to control is uterus and birth. You might call it womb envy. But even worse is the fact we are still using the male model of sexual response for women.

Instead of being a well-known painter, I became everybody's favorite dirty joke. Come to think of it, teaching masturbation skills is pretty weird.

The media only wants to get the view of the flaming radicals because they make better copy than those of us who are more sensible. I'm a feminist and I think I've done a lot of good.

Greed is the prison of poverty.

If we had spent our time on our children education rather than praying

My mind, my logical, practical, reasoning mind, is peeing in his mind pants.

Life is about challenges and how we face up to them and the attitude we take into every day life so hopefully we'll be able to motivate people to do more with their life.

Makes no matter if I'm performing in a grocery store, you're always gonna get 150%.

You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

Epitaphs are cheap, and they do a poor chap a world of good after he is dead, especially if he had hard luck while he was alive. I wish they were used more.

The search for happiness is unlike any other search, for we search last in the likeliest places.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.