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

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

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.

In the range of my character at any given moment, I have acted in the only way it seemed to me I could have acted. This in no way means that I have done what was right; only what was possible for me. Sometimes I have done what I knew was wrong, and have rationalized. But rationalization is a form of desperation. It takes kindness to forgive oneself for one's life.

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

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

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