Life is really the only place you can learn the most important lessons about how to get dressed and to be happy.

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.

And every book, you find, has its own social group--friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.

But as the years went on, I realised that what I really want to be, all told, is a human. Just a productive, honest, courteously treated human.

Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

The problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose.

The people around you are mirrors, I think. You see yourself reflected in their eyes. If the mirror is true, and smooth, you see your true self. That’s how you learn who you are.

Feminism has had exactly the same problem that "political correctness" has had: people keep using the phrase without really knowing what it means.

You can always tell when a woman is with the wrong man, because she has so much to say about the fact that nothing's happening.

You stop talking about things when you’ve worked them out. You’re no longer an observer but a participant. You’re too busy for this bullshit.

Life moves on and so should we

I was sentenced to life plus 30 years by an all-White jury. What I saw in prison was wall-to-wall Black flesh in chains. Women caged in cells. But we're the terrorists. It just doesn't make sense.

I had fun pretending to be a sportscaster. People always think that was a down thing for me. I had the best job in sports broadcasting for two years.

Good Friday and Easter free us to think about other things far beyond our own personal fate, about the ultimate meaning of all life, suffering, and events; and we lay hold of a great hope.

I'm going to let my friends in the other parties fight over the turf at the cutting edge of the status quo.

Chopin--Two embalmers at work upon a minor poetthe scent of tuberosesAutumn rain.

To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.

I found plain truth very interesting.

When Love runs through the front door fear runs out the back.