“Freedom is a loose leash, license to be different from your mother and still be loved…Freedom is…not insisting that your daughter share your limitations. Freedom also means letting your daughter reject you when she needs to and come back when she needs to. Freedom is unconditional love.”

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.

In loving life you love what can’t survive.

What I would like to give my daughter is freedom. And this is something that must be given by example, not exhortation.

I see that the greatest thing about getting older is how your judgment changes and how you come to understand the cycles of life. And you keep having these amazing flashes of understanding.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story.

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.

The dilemma is that if one does not risk anything one risks even more.

To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

I believe that women should live for love, for motherhood and for intellect, and I believe we shouldn’t have to choose. And I believe that’s always been difficult for women, to express themselves intellectually, maternally, and passionately.

Every country gets the circus it deserves. Spain gets bullfights. Italy the Church. America Hollywood.

Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.

Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.

Because I loved myself, I was loved.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

Once again, we find ourselves back in the unknown – not in the idea of the unknown, but in the lived reality of it. It’s the mind humbled, on its knees, with bare feet and free of the known.

Every one of my works, when I’m looking back, becomes some kind of solution, or something to concentrate on.

You never get it back, but to this day I don’t regret splitting up.

I’m like a boomerang, I always come back.

More and more do I see that only a successful revolution in India can break England’s back forever and free Europe itself.

You treat people with greatness and greatness will come back to you.

Sometimes I feel sad, but this is not nostalgia, because I don’t want time to come back.

I paint with my back to the world