The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.

We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

Such physical matters were nice, yet, to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted.

The overriding problem with our country, and our world in general, is that we are, in large part, managed by incompetents. Most of these are men who have spent their lives seeking power rather than themselves.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.