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.

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

the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.

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

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

Humility is the daughter of truth.

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.