But as the years went on, I realised that what I really want to be, all told, is a human. Just a productive, honest, courteously treated human.

When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.

I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.

And every book, you find, has its own social group--friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.

Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

The problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose.

The people around you are mirrors, I think. You see yourself reflected in their eyes. If the mirror is true, and smooth, you see your true self. That’s how you learn who you are.

Feminism has had exactly the same problem that "political correctness" has had: people keep using the phrase without really knowing what it means.

You can always tell when a woman is with the wrong man, because she has so much to say about the fact that nothing's happening.

You stop talking about things when you’ve worked them out. You’re no longer an observer but a participant. You’re too busy for this bullshit.

And the question is always "When are you going to have kids?" Rather than "Do you want to have kids?

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.

Those who can win a war well can rarely make a good peace and those who could make a good peace would never have won the war.

A critic often has to play the role of coroner, dissecting a work to find out why it died (or never lived).

95% of Economics is common sense deliberately made complicated.

The implication of game theory, which is also the implication of the third image, is, however, that the freedom of choice of any one state is limited by the actions of the others.

If you are not offending people, then you are not an evangelist.

... the attempt to render visual intricacy makes words feel unwieldy, like sacks of meaning that must be lugged into place, dragged here and there, then still don't fell accurate.

Once in 1919, when I was traveling at night by train, I wrote a short story. In the town where the train stopped, I took the story to the publisher of the newspaper who published the story.

Brave men die in battle.