We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?
And it is always Easter Sunday at the New York City Ballet. It is always coming back to life. Not even coming back to life - it lives in the constant present.
But if I had to choose between where I live and you, I'd rip up everything I own because the only landscape worth looking is the landscape of the human body. I kiss your Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgin...
I believe that the imagination is the passport we create to take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is another phrase for what is most uniquely us.
I wanted to be a Bride of Christ but I guess now I'm a young divorcee.
It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.
The imagination says listen to me. I am your darkest voice. I am your 4 a.m. voice. I am the voice that wakes you up and says this is what I'm afraid of. Do not listen to me at your peril.... The imag...
The painter, Cezanne, would leave blank spaces on his canvas when he couldn’t account for the brush strokes, or the color--- How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccoun...
