I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.

I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?

To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm really a more contemplative kind of person. I like to sit at home and think, a lot.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.