Some people in the art world bemoan the hedge fund millionaires spending freely to acquire ostentatious displays of wealth and coolth for their giddily chic designer duplexes. Others bemoan art being treated as a commodity. But most of the bemoaning is because the art world is stuffed full of bemoaners, bemoaning about everything.

I have asked to have no funeral, and no memorial service. I hate other people's and would certainly not appreciate my own.

I have never cared enough about money to worry about spending it, and have been fortunate to make enough to be spoiled rotten.

I have spent too long being able to manipulate the answers I want from market research to rely upon its findings any more than I do weather forecasts.

This idea of bringing awareness to our lives seems like a good idea, right? We'll gain a productive, enjoyable, reflective life and be able to extend compassion, empathy, and joy to others. That seems like a pretty good deal.

When I think of CeeLo Green, I think about previous collaborations, like 'Tears of Joy.'

I come from a family where happiness was seen as an 'extra,' a kind of frill to life - nice to have, but certainly not necessary and by no means paramount. Work was king. Suffering meant you were working hard. It made you worthy.

You cut off the capacity for grief in your life, and you cut off the joy at the same time. They both come up through the same tunnel. You don't have one without the other.