We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

But ambition is a funny thing: it creeps in when you least expect it and keeps you moving, even when you think you want to stay put.

I'm always having to be told to brush my hair.

This weird pressure that mothers are put under, like this idea that if you can't breastfeed, you're not doing something properly, or if you choose not to.

I don't think anyone would want to come to my gallery show.

Artists themselves are neurotic and fearful people, and you can look at their work and figure out what they're scared of.

I know that when I am dying, looking back, it will be women that I regret having argued with, women I sought to impress, to understand, was tortured by. Women I wish to see again, to see them smile and laugh and say, It was all as it should have been.