I have a desire to create more film, more beauty, more art, more love, but I don’t feel desperate. It’s not about creating or building a career.
My life is art. Its how I express God.
Having a mate has given me that feeling of safety.
I’m learning more and more that love plus attachment equals pain.
Both of my parents would say they were atheists, so where I inherited my connection to God I don’t know. But it’s natural. No Bible, no Torah, just the love religion.
I’m a shy person. I don’t know if it’s in my DNA to share with the world.
I felt devalued and disrespected. The energy behind it felt disingenuous and motivated by corporate profit.
I was obsessed with the Olympics. It’s so exciting to see that level of excellence and endurance.
We use a Native American tradition of the talking stick. You sit and pass it around and whoever has the stick has to talk. Some people just hold it. Others really share.
It’s okay to be a freak.
Having Zoe saved my life. It was my wake-up call. There were so many things I didn’t want to pass on to her.
I’m writing a film. With our access to these powerful media, we’re going to take over, because it’s really disgusting what is put out there now to be consumed.
We’re getting ready to take over the world. My group of girlfriends – we’re renegades.
Success made me self-sufficient, but it also took away my anonymity. I’m just this quiet nobody, and all of a sudden people are nervous around me. That was kind of weird.
My desire to participate in the business is not to make more crap.
I’m part of an important movement that needs to happen.
Everyone has their story. Everyone has issues. You have to face your fears.
Theres not a lot out there, and what is out there has to be really interesting to make me want to leave my life, which is really precious to me.
What saddens me is the corruption of youth and beauty, and the loss of soul, which is only replaced by money.
My mother, brave woman, lost her whole family when she decided to marry a black man in the 60s. When the marriage fell apart, she had to come back to her family.
A group of us started a community center in Santa Monica. We’ve tried different programs, and three have worked really well. A poetry group. Once a week we visit Venice High and talk to girls at risk.