I’m mostly influenced by life, what’s around me, and my own childhood.
You can educate people on how to preempt their own conflict.
To philosophical materialists God is no more than an idea in the human mind, and not a very important idea.
After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life.
I was born and grew up in Fitzgerald, way down in south Georgia. It was a mill town and my family ran the cotton mill. My grandfather was mayor many times and my family felt deeply rooted to that spot.
A woman can walk miles without making one single step forward. As a child born in a harem, I instinctively knew that to live is to open closed doors. To live is to look outside. To live is to step out. Life is trespassing.
Now that Arab women are pouring into the streets by the million, men discover with dismay that they, not women, were the captives of the harem dream.
No man could have accepted me because I am too rebellious. It would have been catastrophe. I am too into my own thing.
I’m just fascinated by houses. In another life, I’d have probably trained as an architect. If I had enough money, I’d collect them like other people collect teapots. I don’t know why I love them so much. I’m just very interested in the idea of a house as a metaphor for the way one lives.
Snobbery? But it’s only a form of despair.