Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.

I wanted to separate color from race. Distinguishing color - light, black, in-between - as the marker for race is really an error.

Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.

When I'm not creating or focusing on something I can imagine or invent, I think I go back over my life - I don't recommend this by the way - and you pick up, oh, what'd you do that for? Why didn't you understand this?

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies.

Shallow believers prefer a shallow God.

Each member of the family in his own cell of consciousness, each making his own patchwork quilt of reality - collecting fragments of experience here, pieces of information there. From the tiny impressions gleaned from one another, they created a sense of belonging and tried to make do with the way they found each other.