artists often lie behind on the field long after the art combine, the broad-bladed harvester of informed criticism, has mowed, bailed, and stored the crop.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.

The difference between men and women is inalienable. It is not a political fact, subject to cultural definition and redefinition, but a physical verity. We do truthfully experience our lives differently because our bodies are different. It is in what we do with our experience that we are the same. We feel, absorb and examine with the same intensity, and intense experience honestly examined informs the art of both sexes equally. ... The power of imagination illuminates all human lives in common.

I have slowly come to realize that a family is composed of people who are teaching one another.

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.

I have been flooded with color on the inside, drab on the outside.