All knowledge is local, all truth is partial. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge. Once you have seen the larger pattern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.

Not even need and love can defeat fate.

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.

Art, like sex, cannot be carried on indefinitely solo; after all, they have the same enemy, sterility.

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.

Her work, I really think her work is finding what her real work is and doing it, her work, her own work, her being human, her being in the world.