Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to daze, iron to bind.
I get ideas about what's essential when packing my suitcase.
Building a wardrobe is like building a circle of friends your whole life. . . . Your own beauty is to be yourself, but of course we need tools and accessories.
Personal style is accepting who you are.
Silence, nothing is better.
I am not allowed to be afraid. My mother made me like that. As a child, if I was afraid of the dark, she would lock me in the closet. Things like this. And she would talk about the time she spent in the concentration camp, but not about being afraid, only about the good side of it.
All women are strong. My mother survived Auschwitz, and fear wasn't an option when we were growing up. If we were afraid of the dark, we were put into the closet until we weren't.
Reason and truth have rarely prevailed against demagoguery when the audience is too ignorant to tell the difference.
She was afraid of these things that made her suddenly wonder who she was, and what she was going to be in the world, and why she was standing at that minute, seeing a light, or listening, or staring up into the sky: alone.
Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.
Walter Benjamin talks about art losing its original "aura" in an age of mechanical reproduction. In writing memoir, we're taking something that happened in a particular moment and meant something at that time, and we're trying to capture it to mass reproduce it for readers. So of course something is lost. And when we edit that material, we're getting even further from that aura, but toward something else that is potentially vital.