The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.
Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.
Isadore [Duncan], who had an un-American genius for art, for organizing love, maternity, politics and pedagogy on a great personal scale, had also an un-American genius for grandeur.
When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.
In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.