There's something brave and touching about game girls of all ages keeping themselves smart in hard times - one thinks of those wonderful women during World War II drawing stocking seams in eyebrow pencil up the back of legs stained with gravy browning because nylons were so hard to get hold of.

I wanted to be looked at for the skateboarder that I was. I didn't want to be the 36-year-old skateboarder who's still holding on while owning a company at the same time. I wanted to make my mark and travel and accomplish a few things here and there and then get out.

We are drowning in information while starving for wisdom. The world henceforth will be run by synthesizers people able to put together the right information at the right time think critically about it and make important choices wisely.

We can always find something to be thankful for and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning.

Plus you know when I was young there was a lot of respect for clowning in rock music - look at Little Richard. It was a part of the whole thing and I always also believed that it released the audience.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing not in demanding or expecting not in hoping even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was nor forward to what it might be but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

I'm not out burning bras but I'm very opinionated about women owning their power.

There will always be vain obsessive people who want to own rare and extraordinary things whatever the cost there will always be people for whom owning beautiful dangerous animals brings a sense of power and magic.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

The man who has no money is poor but one who has nothing but money is poorer. He only is rich who can enjoy without owning he is poor who though he has millions is covetous.