All of us know, whether or not we are able to admit it, that mirrors can only lie, that death by drowning is all that awaits one there. It is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

For these are all our children, we will all profit by or pay for whatthey become.

We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.

It is astonishing that in a country so devoted to the individual, so many people should be afraid to speak.

The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.

There is something terribly radical about believing that one's own experience and images are important enough to speak about, much less to write about and to perform

You go into a book and you're in the dark, really. You go in with a certain fear and trembling. You know one thing. You know you will not be the same person when this voyage is over. But you don't know what's going to happen to you between getting on the boat and stepping off.