Silence is the garment of light.
What you desire you call into being.
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.
the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border.
Children hold us hostage; they represent our commitment to the future.