I am afraid of dying-but being dead, oh yes, that to me is often an appealing prospect.

Look at life with the eyes of a child.

Old ideas die hard. We've had thousands of years of women having almost no rights. Parts of the world are in a struggle toward very basic human rights for women, and most of the world isn't even there yet. And it's going to take a long time to change these attitudes.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.

While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.

It seems to me nowadays that the most important task for someone who is aging is to spread love and warmth whenever possible.