When two people marry they become in the eyes of the law one person, and that one person is the husband.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

Tourists moved over the piazza like drugged insects on a painted plate.

The law changes and flows like water, and . . . the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.

I reserve my greatest admiration for those who continue to struggle to embrace the whole impossible tangle of snakes that is our society; those who fight to identify and strengthen human connections, and defeat polarizing forces that strain to drive us apart.

A handwritten, personal letter has become a genuine modern-day luxury, like a child's pony ride.

The notion that the great artist requires a great patron has been around since the Pharaohs. That the born patron also needs an artist to patronize is a less-studied phenomenon.