My mother whom I love dearly has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce step-children dysfunction and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

After Nixon resigned in 1974 he engaged in a very aggressive war with history attempting to wipe out the Watergate stain and memory. Happily history won largely because of Nixon's tapes.

Congress is attempting to eviscerate women's health care. Like many women across America I am outraged.

I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires rather than in attempting to satisfy them.

Little progress can be made by merely attempting to repress what is evil. Our great hope lies in developing what is good.

Blessed are the people whose leaders can look destiny in the eye without flinching but also without attempting to play God.

When my job was attempting to predict future economic developments for the Shell oil company I was frequently reminded of an Arabic saying: 'Those who claim to foresee the future are lying even if by chance they are later proved right.'

In approaching our subject it will be best without attempting to shorten the path by referring to famous theories of the drama to start directly from the facts and to collect from them gradually an idea of Shakespearean Tragedy.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

Imagine it's 1981. You're an artist in love with art smitten with art history. You're also a woman with almost no mentors to look to art history just isn't that into you. Any woman approaching art history in the early eighties was attempting to enter an almost foreign country a restricted and exclusionary domain that spoke a private language.