Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.

Food is my drug of choice.

To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals -- and critics of the Women's Movement.

To surrender one's vulnerable body to water has always seemed to me a limpid act of will that has no coutnerpart or equal, unless it is sex.

Children hold us hostage; they represent our commitment to the future.

I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.

The best work is a fusion of love and praise.