“It comes down to this. Some one must wash the dishes. Now, would you expect man, man made in the image of God, to roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes? Why, it would be blasphemy. I know that I am but a rib and so I wash the dishes.”

“Besides, when I look around me at the men, I feel that God never meant us women to be too particular.”

“I remember a man, a very lonely man, coming up to me at the end of a reading and looking into my face and saying, 'I feel as if I have looked down a corridor and seen into your soul.' And I looked at him and said, 'You haven't.' You know, Here's the good news and the bad news: you haven't! I made something, and you and I could look at it together, but it's not me; you don’t live with me; you're not intimate with me. You're not the man I live with or my friend. You will never know me in that way. I'm making something, like Joseph Cornell makes his boxes and everyone looks into them, but it's the box you look into; it's not the man or the woman. It's alchemy of language and memory and imagination and time and music and sounds that gets made, and that's different from 'Here is what happened to me when I was ten.”

“Washing dishes is the anecdote to confusion. I know that for a fact.”

“No woman has ever killed a man while he was washing dishes.”

“Wash your dirty dishes like you are washing the infant Jesus. ”

“You may have to dish out more love than me, but I have more love to dish out. Also, it’s your turn to wash dishes.”