I was filled with such a dangerous delicious intoxication that I could have walked straight off the steps into the air, climbing on the strength of my own drunkeness into the stars. And the intoxication, as I knew even then, was the recklessness of infinite possibility.

All one's life as a young woman one is on show, a focus of attention, people notice you. You set yourself up to being noticed and admired. And then, not expecting it, you become middle-aged and anonymous.

Artists are the traditional interpreters of dreams and nightmares.

There is only one real sin and that is to persuade oneself that the second best is anything but second best.

Envy has always hidden behind moral indignation.

Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.

The human community is evolving... . We can survive anything you care to mention. We are supremely equipped to survive, to adapt and even in the long run to start thinking.