If anyone was going to write a song or, you know, or a book, or make a film about a girl like me, it was going to have to be a girl like me, and quite literally, me.

We must recall the most important of humanity guidelines: Be polite. Being polite is possibly the greatest daily contribution everyone can make to life on Earth.

I love puffins. They are small, round gothic birds, and their babies are called pufflings.

The world is difficult and we are all breakable. So just be kind.

My core belief is that if you're complaining about something for more than three minutes, two minutes ago you should have done something about it.

When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.

I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.

It's always sunny above the clouds. Always. Every day on earth - every day I have ever had - was secretly sunny, after all.

When I hear women talking about how their wedding is going to be/was the best day of their life, I can’t help but think, You just haven’t taken enough MDMA in a field at 3 a.m., love.

I like a little bit of revolution. I think it's a very good hobby for a young woman. Better than squash.

Flyaway, problem hair is the enemy of feminism, and was probably invented by the Man to crush Susan Sontag.

To me the biggest irony of this lifetime that I'm living is that for someone who thrives in the public eye in the creative ways that I do, I actually don't enjoy being in the public eye.

I would write 100 jokes a day. Most of them were terrible. But I just said, 'I'll write more than everybody else, and that's how I'll get better.'

I'm measuring my actions against that inner voice that for me at least is audible, is active, it tells me where I think I'm on track and where I think I'm off track.

I don't get fan mail. It disappeared with the digital revolution.

I definitely have a gift for language that is rhythmic and attractive to the ear, and I have interesting [verbal] imagery which I guess is a poetic touch.

By recognizing your own vulnerability you can recognize and identify with the vulnerability in others.

Pride seems tew be quite equally distributed; the man who owns the carriage and the man who drives it seem tew have it just alike.

[nonviolence] seeks to secure moral ends through moral means.

Who are these people?" my mother asked. "Guess," replied Abe flatly. "Who would be foolish enough to break into court after escaping it?