I've never known what I've wanted to do. I've never planned anything in my life.

I put everything I can into the mulberry of my mind and hope that it is going to ferment and make a decent wine. How that process happens, I'm sorry to tell you I can't describe.

If you listen, you learn; if you talk, you don't.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

Each day, as you get older, there is a new perspective on life. It's a progression of some sort.

Society is constantly recalibrating, redefining what it considers to be moral and immoral.

Life is full of ironies and paradoxes.

I never had any ambition to be a star, or whatever it is called, and I'm still embarrassed at the word.

Pretending to be other people is my game and that to me is the essence of the whole business of acting.

The only concession you can make is to what you believe is right.

Nudes are the greatest to paint. Everything you can find in a landscape or a still life or anything else is there: darkness and light, character dimension, texture. I painted heads too, of course.

Monsters never truly go away. They claw their way to the surface again eventually.

Change Your Energy, Change Your Life

It is easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it.

Whether we like it or not asking is the rule of the Kingdom.

Too often, we fall into the trap of thinking 'equal' means 'the same' and that we achieve equality by treating everyone identically.

The first lesson of economics is scarcity: there is never enough of anything to fully satisfy all those who want it. The first lesson of politics is to disregard the first lesson of economics.

What encouragement the apostle holds out to us. O my friends, that we might leave all our pretensions, and come to the truth in our own hearts.

When husbands and fathers leave, their wives and daughters tend to value themselves less as a result.

The saddest fact I've learned is nobody matters less to our society than young black women. Nobody.

Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad