David Antin

A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

I had no idea where these kids at a small private college in the San Fernando Valley were coming from, why they were coming to hear me, or what they needed to know.

I have spoken to expert audiences occasionally, but then no audience is expert over the whole range of things I want to explore.

I hate the bad rap that people give my parents. Because they are just parents, really, at the end of the day trying to stand up for their daughter and themselves.

I confess that I listen to my own music for my own pleasure.

I am happy to the spokeswoman for this French youth that tomorrow will be spearhead new hope in the shape of the National Front.