I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.

I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.

The goal is to live a full, productive life even with all that ambiguity. No matter what hap- pens, whether the cancer never flares up again or whether you die, the important thing is that the days that you have had you will have lived.

I’m so full I can’t hear.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end.

I’d much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they’re the first to be rescued off sinking ships.

You feel completely in control when you hear a wave of laughter coming back at you that you have caused.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

Comedy is very controlling – you are making people laugh.

Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily.

I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.

While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.

Adopted kids are such a pain – you have to teach them how to look like you.