I don't know where I belong, so I'm free. No one's got a hold on me.

Maybe art itself was a kind of voodoo, possessing you, giving you supernatural power, letting you see in the dark.

Just be yourself. You don't have to put on an act.""To be myself, I have to put on an act, " Ginny said bitterly."What's that mean?""It means I don't know who I am.

I am. I exist. I embrace my inner quiet and let it replenish me.

With patient hope, we can endure any hardship.

We don't know how to be women because we were taught it was not OK to be girls. Our most natural impulses were thwarted and distorted.

Injury, when it is slight, upsets me; when it is strong it calms me.

I never went to a photography school, which was my saving grace.

The war in Vietnam was not lost in the field, nor was it lost on the front pages of The New York Times or the college campuses. It was lost in Washington, D.C.

The deity on purpose [sings] the liveliest of all lyrics through the most miserable poet.

I go out into America, and I am literally navigating a minefield. Godliness has become abnormal.

History is philosophy teaching by experience.

My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.