Agency over one's sexual self - and the articulation of that kind of agency - might seem transgressive to readers who don't expect it in a woman's text.

[Cancer] didn't make me more intense about not working more and just having fun more. It didn't do that either. 

I feel compassionate, because I know [students] all have to go down this road of suffering and it's going to be tough.

In various memoir pieces, I have traced the trajectory of yearning through decisions made, good and bad, that had somehow kept the ambition on track.

I want, I want, I want! We never grow out of it somehow. Unless we become Buddhists, maybe.

I don't really get into the power sufficiently, and that's also a problem for me.

One should be able to teach adequately and feel good about it.