We are all proprietary toward cities we love. 'Ah, you should have seen her when I loved her!' we say, reciting glories since faded or defiled, trusting her to no one else; that others should know and love her in her present fallen state (for she must fall without our vigilant love) is a species of betrayal.

Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.

All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.

There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.

Our awesome responsibility to ourselves to our children and to the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness because the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings.

To live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work fun of the most exhausting sort.