I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?

...then he stretched himself alongside her to smoke a cigarette with all the ceremony of an opium dreamer.

I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not intellectual. I do not understand abstract act. Only art born of love, passion, pain.