I am trying so very hard to stay in the moment despite the ferocity of my ambition.

I would rather be a bad feminist than no feminist at all.

So many of us are reaching out, hoping someone out there will grab our hands and remind us we are not as alone as we fear.

Some women being empowered does not prove the patriarchy is dead. It proves that some of us are lucky.

Nemeses aren't born. They are made.

Just write and love what you're writing. And if you're not loving what you're writing, take a look at why and fix that.

People do terrible things all the time, but we don’t regularly disown our humanity. We disavow the terrible things.

You have to be consistent. You have to be yourself. You have to be committed to what you're doing. You have to not be afraid to be ambitious.

Writing, at its best and truest, can offer solace and salvation for both readers and writers.

I am a bad feminist and a good woman. I am trying to become better in how I think and say and do - without abandoning what makes me human.

When you can’t find someone to follow, you have to find a way to lead by example.

If someone deprives you of your history deprives you of your future

Holy faith, holy courage.

I am definitely going to take a course on time management... just as soon as I can work it into my schedule.

As an artist you actually do have to make a choice to be an outsider. If you're an outsider you have the freedom to say what people on the inside don't dare to say.

Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.

I believe - though I may be wrong, because I'm no expert - that this war is about what most wars are about: hegemony, money, power and oil.

To know that you do not know is the best. To pretend to know when you do not know is a disease.

It isn't money itself that causes the trouble, but the use of money as votive offering and pagan ornament.

People are very passionate in Italy. If you like something, you like something. If you hate something, you hate something. When you hate something, you are screaming.

An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.