It is not confused. We are.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

The misbegotten town of Whistlebrass is hidden away in a forgotten corner of northern Vermont like a guilty secret or a bloody knife buried under the floorboards.

Distinguishing the signal from the noise requires both scientific knowledge and self-knowledge.

Your roots, your family, your friends all become so much more important to you as you get older, especially if you are a wandering minstrel like me.

There are boys and girls, there is night and day, but above all there is love.

Did you know that the Jews invented sushi? That's right - two Jews bought a restaurant with no kitchen.

My style is constantly evolving. Style has been something that I think has been the hardest thing for me to come to terms with.

I actually don't have a TV and I've been traveling so I've missing out on a lot of stuff.

Nature does have manure and she does have roots as well as blossoms, and you can't hate the manure and blame the roots for not being blossoms.

It's about communication, no matter how impossibly hard your art is to understand and how much of an ivory tower or high horse you get on, it's still basically communication or why are you doing it?