American Woman Quotes
American Woman Quote of the day
An interviewer asked me what book I thought best represented the modern American woman. All I could think of to answer was: Madame Bovary.
There are whole precincts of voters in this country whose united intelligence does not equal that of one representative American woman.
Judging by the vast amount of cookbooks printed and sold in the United States one would think the American woman a fanatical cook. She isn't.
The writer in me can look as far as an African-American woman and stop. Often that writer looks through the African-American woman. Race is a layer of being, but not a culmination.
Michelle Obama is going to be an amazing First Lady: She's intelligent, capable and motivated. She just embodies everything that an American woman should represent.
I'm not a woman! Let's make that very clear! Oh I don't know, maybe I am. I am an American woman. Or 65 percent of me is.
The impulse of the American woman to geld her husband and castrate her sons is very strong.
rule number one for all American women: You are to be seen and felt, but not heard. Listen and do as you are told and everything will be all right.
Mostly I'm proud to be an African-American woman, but I'm glad I have a universal look as well.
I grew up in the Alps and France, and Barbie was my first exposure to the American woman. For me she was blonde, she was free and she was fun.
I'm really happy about American Woman, it brought the Guess Who back. They started gigging again and got their song out on commercials.
She was a blonde nearly young American woman of such dynamism that the tideless waves struggled to get farther up the beach.
The American woman is more stylish than any other in the world. She understands the power of good style and has the confidence to feel comfortable.
I try to convey what it feels like and sounds like and smells like and looks like inside of my particular skin, to move through the world as a black American woman in her mid-twenties.
Reaching that windswept perch, I decided, would cleanse my spirit and heal my wounds. More than that, it would send me home with a title: The First American Woman to Climb Everest.
The American woman has not yet slipped into a cocoon, but she has tumbled down a rabbit hole into sudden isolation.
The VCR is to the American film producer and the American public as the Boston Strangler is to the woman alone.
