Fat is a social disease, and fat is a feminist issue.

Celebrity culture is something that pains me.

I wish we could treat our bodies as the place we live from, rather than regard it as a place to be worked on, as though it were a disagreeable old kitchen in need of renovation and update.

Many young girls are constantly consumed by controlling and managing their body image to the extent that they are much more involved in the production of the self than in living.

Today, 'fat' has become not a description of size but a moral category tainted with criticism and contempt.

A wanted pregnancy as much as a dreaded pregnancy can play differently than all one's previous imaginings.

I thought of the analyst Winnicott's observation: 'It is a joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found'.

Fat people are so rarely included in visual culture that fat is perceived as a blot on the landscape of sleek and slim.

No one likes to feel helpless. We find it psychologically unbearable and inside ourselves we may try to make ourselves part author of our misfortune rather than simply the recipient of it.

Fat is a way of saying no to powerlessness and self-denial.

When they took TV to Fiji they found that after 3 years nearly 12 girls out of 100 were over the toilet bowls with bulimia because they felt inferior.

The fact that we can't see the beauty in something doesn't suggest that it's not there. Rather, it suggests that we are not looking carefully enough or with a broad enough perspective to see it.

If you are holding hands with others, you can't hold a gun!

When two men live together they usually maintain a kind of shabby neatness out of incipient rage at each other. Two men alone are constantly on the verge of fighting, and they know it.

When Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid moment that she was back in the Underworld.

His hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I'm Braille, like he's trying to read me just by touching me.

There's something unrefined about a reading woman, they always reek of the lamp. How can she grow up to be a lady if she's always got her nose in a book? Granny Rudin

People will identify with a persecuted minority without asking themselves what they are identifying with.

I need to know the price of a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. I need to know right now.

Learning isn't a means to an end; it is an end in itself.

God grant that men of principle shall be our principal men.