It certainly was an important moment for me, that realization that I was not going to get what I wanted. It was very freeing. I keep using that word "freeing" or "liberating." I feel like Houdini sometimes, like I'm just getting out of one set of shackles after another, hanging upside down inside a burlap bag with handcuffs on. Hopefully one day, I'm going to get out of this tank of water.

Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

She has given me a way out.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.