The music does a lot for me. I'm one of those types of artists who the music really inspires my delivery, my cadence, and what I hear.
I think our material is our lives. That's part of being a modern writer, and we have to use it.
A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.
We also have to make sure our children know the history of women. Tell them the rotten truth: It wasn't always possible for women to become doctors or managers or insurance people. Let them be armed with a true picture of the way we want it to be.
Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.
However, there probably is a slight connection between the high-wire, super sensitivity, open to everything and too much, and slightly fragile soul of the artist and the need to self-medicate, which can lead to bad trouble either in drugs, or alcohol. So it's not that there's no connection, it's just that we can't make too much of it because it isn't the addiction that's the issue, it's the fragility of some people who do artistic work, who end up in rehab somewhere or other.
People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.
Human social life, I suggest, is the magma that erupts and builds up, so to speak, at the fault lines where natural human capacities meet and grind against and over natural human limitations…. This meeting of powers and limitations produces a creative, dynamic tension and energy that generates and fuels the making of human social life and social structures…. It is real human persons living through the tensions of natural existential contradictions who construct patterned social meanings, interactions, institutions, and structures.
A collection of a hundred great brains makes one big fathead.
There are no big groupie fans or anything.
Who owns history? Everyone and no one--which is why the study of the past is a constantly evolving, never-ending journey of discovery.