I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.

I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, "Where'd she go?" and I have to say, "I'm down here.

I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.

I like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

What doesn't kill us makes us funnier.

Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.

I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.

I know of people who don't believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll get better.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

You will never be pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough, successful enough, or famous enough for the media

During the Cold War, we gathered information by listening to the Soviets, taking pictures of the Soviets, and we allowed our human intelligence to decline.

I never plan tomorrow because I don’t even know what I’m doing today.

Putin is someone who has been undermining the norms of what we consider the world order since he got into power and in increasing success.

What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

Brilliant, hard-earned and honest. The erasures and reappearances of figure and ground-that hard drama-have rarely been so movingly undertaken. A heartbreakingly beautiful work.

Be rightly related to God, find your joy there, and out of you will flow rivers of living water.

Sister, mother And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea, Suffer me not to be separated And let my cry come unto Thee.