I am a New Yorker, one; I’m an artist, two; I’m a woman, three.
I think women are excellent social critics.
What happens when you’re in a crash is you join a crash club, and you talk endlessly about your crash because you don’t want to bore your friends with it. And they’ve heard about the crash so many times.
I’m not usually where I think I am. It’s kind of spooky.
I’m an average enough person to point to the things I’ve gotten to see that are awe-inspiring.
I have written a lot about snakes. There’s something pretty primordial about it.
I don’t take compliments so well. I always hang my head and shuffle and kind of try to immediately forget.
You need to try to master the ability to feel sad without actually being sad.
I have written a few children’s books. The first book that I wrote was for children. It was called “The Package”, and it was a mystery story in pictures. It had no words.
Some friends of mine work in an office. They were getting really nervous from their coffee breaks, so they started to have wig breaks. They tried on wigs for 15 minutes. They found this relaxing. So that’s Wig Therapy.
Gut level is a good level to deal with life, and for me, I have to say that Buddhism makes sense for me because it’s how I’m an artist.
My work is more about trying to ask good questions and not trying to come up with big shows. Every fashion company is doing that, every car company is doing that.
My job is to make images and leave the decision-making and conclusion-draw ing to other people.
Writers want to summarize: What does this mean? What did we learn from this? That’s a very 19th-century way of thinking about art, because it assumes that it should make our lives better or teach us something.
Life goes by so fast. It’s really – and a lot of times things happen so fast you don’t know – how should I react.
We want to dedicate our music tonight to the great opportunity that we all have to begin to truly understand the events of the past few days and to act upon them with courage and with compassion as we make our plans to live in a completely new world.
I’ve been trying to avoid goal-oriented behavior.
When I was four, I was a kind of sky worshipper. I would look at the sky, and I wanted to evaporate into the sky – I loved the sky. I loved looking at the trees, just because they touched the sky.
The only stuff I don’t like are Broadway musicals. I hate them. I don’t even like to talk about it. I can’t bear musicals.
Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.