My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

I just want to show off my scar proudly and not be afraid of it.

A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

As a singer I tried on all these hats, these voices, these clothes, and eventually out came me.

Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.

The ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.

It's important to be fit, but you shouldn't get too skinny. You need to have curves.

There was a writer in the '20s called Christopher Morley, who I remember a little bit of, who had some influence on me, but I couldn't tell you what it was.

Wherever we go in the mountains, we find more than we seek.

You can feel like a mental patient, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one.

Since I was a kid, I've been a dancer, and, of course, I'll always be a dancer till the day I die.

About 90 percent of the pieces in my home are vintage, and I'm a ruthless editor. I only live with things that I love. There is not one thing in my home that doesn't have meaning to me.

A [tax loophole is] something that benefits the other guy. If it benefits you, it is tax reform.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.