with shrunken fingers we ate our oranges and bread, shivering in the parked car; though we know we had never been there before, we knew we had been … - Margaret Atwood

What is believed in society is not always the equivalent of what is true; but as regards to a woman's reputation, it amounts to the same thing.

Women are hard to keep track of, most of them. They slip into other names, and sink without a trace.

These pictures were supposed to be erotic, and I thought they were, at the time; but I see now what they were really about. They were paintings about suspended animation; about waiting, about objects not in use. They were paintings about boredom. But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.