Growing up female in America. What a liability! You grew up with your ears full of cosmetic ads, love songs, advice columns, whoreoscopes, Hollywood gossip, and moral dilemmas on the level of TV soap operas. What litanies the advertisers of the good life chanted at you! What curious catechisms!

Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint.

Compose with utter freedom and edit with utter discipline.

Solitude is un-American.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

I'm very dependant. I fall apart regularly.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.