Out of the corner of one eye, I could see my mother. Out of the corner of the other eye, I could see her shadow on the wall, cast there by the lamplight. It was a big and solid shadow, and it looked so much like my mother that I became frightened. For I could not be sure whether for the rest of my life I would be able to tell when it was really my mother and when it was really her shadow standing between me and the rest of the world.

What distinguished my life from my brother's is that my mother didn't like me. When I became a woman, I seemed to repel her.

The past is a room full of baggage and rubbish and sometimes things that are of use, but if they are of real use, I have kept them.

I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.

The thing we call romance is a diversion from something truer, which is life.

One's obligation every day, is to choose to follow the nobler one.

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.