I like the U.S. and feel gratitude towards it.

Never ever accept 'Because You Are A Woman' as a reason for doing or not doing anything.

The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story.

We teach girls shame; close your legs, cover yourself, we make them feel as though by being born female they're already guilty of something.

To choose to write is to reject silence.

Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.

If you start thinking about being likable you are not going to tell your story honestly.

There are people who dislike you because you do not dislike yourself.

Our society teaches a woman at a certain age who is unmarried to see it as a deep personal failure. While a man at a certain age who is unmarried has not quite come around to making his pick.

Privilege blinds, because it's in its nature to blind. Don't let it blind you too often. Sometimes you will need to push it aside in order to see clearly.

Culture does not make people. People make culture.

No matter how hard they try, they'll never create anything so perfectly beautiful as what plays out in my own imagination.

In the end, we all die for what we believe in... mostly because we all die.

The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.

Though you may feel that no one understand the depth of your despair, our savior, Jesus Christ, understands.

My mother says I'm like a disease that can walk into a room and get it infected. I can destroy things in seconds.

I believe that we must assist free peoples to work out their own destinies in their own way.

Ya hafta be there for Beck. He only has you." Riley sighed. "I'll get the car.

Hillary [Clinton] is - you know, she's every bit as much scary on war as Donald Trump is.

The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.

The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.