My character was obnoxious, had stinky feet and wore things like purple tights and a yellow top. I hated the clothes.

Picasso said he'd paint with his own wet tongue
on the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to.

We have to create.
It is the only thing louder than destruction.
It's the only chance the bard are gonna break,
our hands full of color
reaching towards the sky,
a brush stroke in the dark.

It is not too late.
That starry night
is not yet dry.

In third grade, I played basketball with the boys every day at lunch. I had braces that were yellow and purple, and I wore full Laker uniforms to school.

What we do should have a Canadian character. Nobody looks his best in somebody else's clothes.

I wore visors when they were in vogue -- and I wasn't so thin on top.

Women like myself, CEOs, can pave the way for more women to get to the top.