For many decades my relations with my parents constituted unfinished business. I had dealt with them through sheer avoidance and guilt.

The world is abundant with food for us, and with everything we need, if only we just open our eyes. There's so much food that gets thrown out or never harvested.

Solitude offers a lot that being coupled or being in a group does not. It helps us learn what we are capable of.

When you witness the end of a life up close day by day, you begin to understand time and mortality in profound ways. You see time's relativity, death's necessity.

I am a feminist. I'm trying to show the relationships between men and women, always the structural relations, not individual villains. I'd never make a husband a villain. I try very hard in my work not to - because if I made one man a villain, the rest would be off the hook. I'm interested in the system of oppression.

Sexism goes so deep that at first it's hard to see; you think it's just reality.

For two years I watched my parents' lives wind to a close. This made me aware of old age as a one stage, the final one, of a long journey.