We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists. . . in the loved one, perfection.
I love seeing teachers outside of school. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.
Some people would rather stay ignorant and self-satisfied.
I want to do some fiction writing, I've had some pretty good luck with short stories, I'd like to do a couple of larger things.
Wish I'd written Tikkun Olam – a Weavers or Peter Paul & Mary hit!
I learned the truth at seventeen, That love was meant for beauty queens, And high school girls with clear skinned smiles, Who married young and then retired.
I write a lot from instinct. But as you're writing out of instinct, once you reach a certain level as a songwriter, the craft is always there talking to you in the back of your head. . . that tells you when it's time to go to the chorus, when it's time to rhyme. Real basic craft. . . it's second nature.
I find it irresponsible to go, 'She's an actress, what does she know?' That means if you're a dentist, what do you know? If you're a lawyer, what do you know? It's our profession, it's what we do. It's not who we are.
Men's sexuality is mean and violent, and men so powerful that they can reach WITHIN women to fvckconstruct us from the inside out. Satan-like, men possess women, making their wicked fantasies and desires women's own. A woman who has sex with a man, therefore, does so against her will, even if she does not feel forced.
I have a lot of friends who were stand-ups, and they just stopped after a while, because they didn't like that battle, or they just couldn't do it. And then they would get on a sitcom and get visible and get back into it, because the audience was just way easier on them. But they lost those crucial years of learning to turn any audience into your audience.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana