I'm a very obsessive type. If I do get into it, I'll soon be there 12 hours a day. I just don't want to do that.
the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.
A mystery confounds the problem of industry in art. In the last analysis, to work is simply not enough. But we have to act as if it were, leaving reward aside.
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
artists often lie behind on the field long after the art combine, the broad-bladed harvester of informed criticism, has mowed, bailed, and stored the crop.
The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
Interviewing is in some ways the art of memory.
Right before I met my husband, I always felt as if the party was happening somewhere else. And once I met him and we had our children, I was like, 'This is where the party is. '
This, in my judgment, is the highest philosophy: First, do not regret having lost yesterday; second, do not fear that you will lose tomorrow; third, enjoy today.
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience. . . and pimples.