“I consider myself a crayon. I may not be your favorite color but one day you’ll need me to complete your picture.”

The sweetest thing I’ve ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone.

In my family, there was not an abundance of wealth, but there was an abundance of love. So there was always humor, and there was joy and there was comfort and there was this environment just to have a good time.

We call ourselves creators and we just copy.

A lot of us are too busy focusing on what we think people want to hear, as opposed to just saying what’s in our hearts.

You improve yourself and light up the corner that you live on. You may not touch a gazillion lives, but you can light up your own space, light up your home.

I think what people are attracted to about me, if anything, is my passion. People got exposed to my passion through music and song first.

Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies.

See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.

Anything that is not growing is dead.

The only way to know is to Live, Learn, and Grow.

If I’d known white people were going to buy my last album, I never would have recorded it.

You could get the money, you can get the power, but keep your eyes on the final hour.

It’s emotional warfare telling the people we love, the most, the truth about ourselves.

The less I have, the freer I am to do whatever I want to do.

I can give away everything I posses, but am without love, and I have no happiness

We can’t plan life. All we can do is be available for it.

Art to me is a question mark.

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

When you’re young and everything dramatic is exciting, you start to believe that hype that, in order to be an artist, you have to suffer. I’ve graduated from that school.

You don’t know how much artists go through to make it look so easy. It’s all in the practice.

Dramatic art in her opinion is knowing how to fill a sweater.

The out-of-work actor wears out more than shoe leather. The very sensibilities that make him an artist are shattered by the disregard he is shown as a human being.

To invoke solely the weaker arguments and yet triumph is an art worth more than a hundred thousand drachmae.

Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.