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

Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.

I've struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.

I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.

January is my favorite month, when the light is plainest, least colored. And I like the feeling of beginnings.

Our society is monstrously disjunctive, at once so efficient in war and so inefficient in caring for the welfare of its members. It is frightening to see people rooting in garbage pails on streets, living in cardboard crates under bridges, while their government wages war. Even when there is an emergency in a household, decent parents do not forget to feed the children.

It is ultimately character that underwrites art.