Losing the future is the best thing that ever happened to me.

Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.

To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.

Fear is a question. What are you afraid of and why? Our fears are a treasure house of self-knowledge if we explore them.

The same men who are blind and deaf to feminism are acutely sensitive to what threatens their dominance and privilege.

My goal in life is to change the entire social and economic structure of western civilization, to make it a feminist world.

All the women I know feel a little like outlaws.

All men are rapists and that's all they are

The view of life as a struggle for power generates a language in which life has no significance and only power matters.

It's strange how men feel they have the right to criticize a woman's appearance to her face.

Men seem unable to feel equal to women: they must be superior or they are inferior

Our knowledge is limited. However, reading augments our knowledge.

I’ve always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

Nothing is worth having if it isn't worth showing off…

If people are fans of 'Mindfreak,' they are going to be so excited with 'Believe.' They are actually going to see those illusions that people think can only happen with trick photography.

Donald Trump's being authentic to what he ran on and what got elected.

They get to the quarter-finals, Bill, I'll show up with a dress on

I'm not shy about wearing a lot of makeup! But when I don't have to be done up, I just use a bit of concealer and maybe some lip balm.

Everyone knows how much Australia means to me. I try to get back here as much as I can, but normally it's for work, so I'm in and out and jetlagged and stressed.

I think we've all had enough of Coltrane saxophonists. There's a case of someone ruining a generation of saxophonists, as Louis Armstrong may have ruined a generation of trumpeters.

In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.