I think I'm attracted to the mystics, to seeing needs in the world. I'm attracted to caring for people who are disenfranchised. I'm attracted to getting rid of worldly possessions.

I'm fascinated by Catholic mystics, even though I grew up Mennonite in Pennsylvania.

I'm a true believer in not forcing anything. I hate forced art, forced anything.

Art that I like the most is born out of free association. I try to let my mind open up and see what comes out.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

Worry, about the 'thousand and one' details entailed. My one-track mind has to be relieved of these worries completely or I cannot get started working on my paintings, or even get to sleep at night.

griefs, when divided become less poignant.

Voldemort’s fury at the fall of his last, best lieutenant exploded with the force of a bomb.

I was always very determined, as was my husband, that we wouldn't let any of our children act when they were young.

Wisdom is to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

People seem to trust you more when you're pregnant. I think they see you as some kind of Mother Earth figure.

I would rather have been shot straight-up in cold blood-but to be set up? By people who you trusted? That's bad.

I was brought up in a very ordinary family, in fact, a worker's family. Both my father and mother were ordinary citizens.