the unconscious of an artist is her greatest treasure. It is what transmutes the dross of autobiography into the gold of myth.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one's nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right.

My generation was not only maligned in book reviews and attacked in graduate school but we lived to see our adored and adorable daughters wonder why feminism had become a dirty word.

The questions philosophers ask are not so much meaningless as irrelevant.

Forgiveness is the virtue of the courageous, the response of the forgiven, the mercy of the just.

We are treasure chests with more jewels inside than we can imagine.

People roll their eyes at the idea of Kanye West running for president. I do not.

She is a loner, too bright for the slutty girls and too savage for the bright girls, haunting the edges and corners of the school like a sullen disillusioned ghost

Find out what you don't want to know about yourself, what you're afraid of.

Give help rather than advice.

Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve regardless of how many times you may have failed in the past or how lofty your aims and hopes may be.

Everything is in our cellular level. My mom's is definitely in my cellular memory.

The crocodile cannot turn its head. Like all science, it must always go forward with all-devouring jaws.