Take your job seriously, but not yourself
It seems to me that everything that happens to us is a disconcerting mix of choice and contingency.
We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. We are walking lexicons. In a single sentence of idle chatter we preserve Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Norse: we carry a museum inside our heads, each day we commemorate peoples of whom we have never heard.
It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.
We all need a past - that's where our sense of identity comes from.
The idea that memory is linear is nonsense. What we have in our heads is a collection of frames. As to time itself-can it be linear when all these snatches of other presents exist at once in your mind? A very elusive and tricky concept, time.
The day is refracted, and the next and the one after that, all of them broken up into a hundred juggled segments, each brilliant and self-contained so that the hours are no longer linear but assorted like bright sweets in a jar.
Republicans have called for a National African-American Museum. The plan is being held up by finding a location that isn't in their neighborhood.
An infallible method of conciliating a tiger is to allow oneself to be devoured.
Making new friends is tough. You don't really know who to trust when you're away from people that you love a lot.
I enjoy being a woman. It's what I learned from years of experience in modeling. You learn how to seduce; how to be sensual, how to play. It's very important for a woman, I think. But it's not by beauty that you seduce. It's a meeting - it depends on the image the other reflects back to you, how they see you and make you feel.