My deepest impulses are optimistic, an attitude that seems to me as spiritually necessary and proper as it is intellectually suspect.

I believe that body and spirit are not really separate, though it often seems that way. I believe that redemption is never impossible and always equivocal. But I guess that I just don't know.

Give people the power to shape their lives to their liking, and their souls will take care of themselves.

Mass consumption, advertising, and mass art are a corporate Frankenstein; while they reinforce the system, they also undermine it.

By continually pushing the message that we have the right to gratification now, consumerism at its most expansive encouraged a demand for fulfillment that could not so easily be contained by products.

On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.

An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

Even as a little child, I've always had that comedian kind of attitude.

There is a kind of beauty in imperfection.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

There is hope and a kind of beauty in there somewhere, if you look for it.

Beauty, to me, is kind, generous, and people that are humble.