notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not his charms but his defences, plotting to disrobe, somewhere along the night-- his body without the aperture of the heart or his heart with a door closed to his body. thus keeping one compartment for refuge, one uninvaded cell.

The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.

I write emotional algebra.

it was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated