A wet dream in the mind of New York.

Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.

the unconscious of an artist is her greatest treasure. It is what transmutes the dross of autobiography into the gold of myth.

Men have always detested women's gossip because they suspect the truth: their measurements are being taken and compared.

Home is where your books are.

You can't be creative and still be a good girl.

The desire for magic cannot be eradicated. Even the most supposedly rational people attempt to practice magic in love and war. We simultaneously possess the most primitive of brain stems and the most sophisticated of cortices. The imperatives of each coexist uneasily.