Men generally do not see women as competition.

Memory offers up its gifts only when jogged by something in the present. It isn't a storehouse of fixed images and words, but a dynamic associative network in the brain that is never quiet and is subject to revision each time we retrieve an old picture or old words.

That is the strangeness of language: it crosses the boundaries of the body, is at once inside and outside, and it sometimes happens that we don't notice the threshold has been crossed.

Depression is when you think there's nothing to be done. Fortunately I always think there's something to be done.

There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.

I myself have perceived women's actions as more aggressive than I would have in men because I too am walking around with my own biases. The way to fight them is to become conscious of them.

Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.