There are hundreds of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings around the United States and in other countries too. Wright lived into his 90s and one of his most famous buildings the Guggenheim Museum in New York was completed just before his death. Wright buildings look like Wright buildings - that is their paradox.

If we can't face death we'll never overcome it. You have to look it straight in the eye. Then you can turn around and walk back out into the light.

To a billion people around the world surviving on just a dollar a day the question of what to eat tonight is more about life and death than about recipes. The struggle of poor people around the globe weighs heavily on me especially now that I am a mother which is why I work with Oxfam.

The ideal death I think is what was the ideal Victorian death you know with your grandchildren around you a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Look I don't want to wax philosophic but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs you've got to jump around a lot for life is the very opposite of death and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully or you're not alive.

Death is always around the corner but often our society gives it inordinate help.

My daughter's mother and I are no longer dating and the people I'm most likely to date are those around me who are athletes.

Coming through the fire and through the storm of life with a strong man my fiance Ashanti whom I've been dating for eight months and two wonderful children beside me I'm just so happy that I have been able to maintain my integrity and get to where I am today with the right energy around me.

I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like... 'and the old man who lived in these woods...' I would then run back into the camper terrified.

My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten and I didn't live with him after that though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special he's still one of my favorite writers.