I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

Women leave their marriages when they can't take any more. Men leave when they find someone new.

When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.

She had once said that she believed the women's liberation movement of the sixties and seventies was actually a ploy by men to get women to do more.

I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.

Reading poetry gives me a sense of calm, well-being, and love for humanity - the same stuff more flexible women get from yoga.

For whatever reason, various outlets and individuals are committed to making the world think that young girls don't talk or care about feminism anymore, that it's totally over. But it's not.

I like dressing up for dates and dissecting a dinner conversation with a new guy to determine if he might be The One.

We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway.

Fiction will always be my greatest love, with poetry close behind.

She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it could disappear.

Making a decision to write was a lot like deciding to jump into a frozen lake.

Rather than the strength it takes to not lose, it's the strength to stand back up after a loss that is sometimes more valuable.

Amongst democratic nations, each new generation is a new people.

Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps, doth die; And this security, It is the common moth, That eats on wits and arts, and oft destroys them both.

I'll show you Obama's birth certificate when you show me Sarah Palin's high school diploma.

Only man is not content to leave things as they are but must always be changing them, and when he has done so, is seldom satisfied with the result.

My face has changed with the years and has enough history in it to give audiences something to work with.

Fashion is a capricious deity.

I've got to pick myself up Dust myself off And start all over again.

Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.