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.

Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.

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

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

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

I never decided at all to be an artist; being an artist seems to have happened to me.

Humility is the daughter of truth.