Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure.

Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!

I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.