I can live without it all - love with its blood pump, sex with its messy hungers, men with their peacock strutting, their silly sexual baggage, their wet tongues in my ear.
The older we get, the more Jewish we become in my family.
Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint.
At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.
Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household.