It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life.

I believe that always, or almost always, in all childhoods and in all the lives that follow them, the mother represents madness. Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

She represents the un-vowed aspiration of the male human being, his potential infidelity - and infidelity of a very special kind, which would lead him to the opposite of his wife, to the woman of wax whom he could model at will, make and unmake in any way he wished, even unto death.

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.