[T]he presence of feminism in our lives is taken for granted. For our generation, feminism is like fluoride. We scarcely notice we have it - it's simply in the water.

Empowering women isn't for women, but for the world.

The goal of equality seems to disproportionately burden women, since it's assumed that they have to assume more responsibility, while men can remain the status quo.

The truth is that our democracy is a work in progress. We are all its founders. We are all learning that we are linked and not ranked.

Our world loses out when the leadership doesn't reflect the led - when a minority makes decisions for the majority.

As much as younger women are infused with a greater sense of possibility than most women of preceding generations, as a generation we are generally politically disengaged.

World change comes from within.

Women have to do all of the catching up. So we are disengaged and overburdened. Sounds like it is time we ditch the complacent fluoride-in-the-tap-water feminism and get reenergized and reinspired.

Thoughtful, energetic, smart, determined. I tried to own and further those qualities and often mustered them up when they were dormant and something wasn't going my way.

I'm motivated by injustice, which is embedded and constant and wrong - not by a vernacular soundboard.

We are linked and not ranked. Ever butty is equal, everyone is the same.

Enjoy the sacred moment while it lingers.

Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.

Never is a man more proud than when he shuffles paper in front of an illiterate person.

I believe that the Laws of Karma do not apply to show business, where good things happen to bad people on a fairly regular basis.

To want to meet an author because you like his books is as ridiculous as wanting to meet the goose because you like pate de foie gras.

You ever notice that? Any time you see two groups of people who really hate each other, chances are good they're wearing different kind of hats. Keep an eye on that, it might be important.

The Italian prose tale had begun to exercise that influence as early as Chaucer's time: but circumstances and atmosphere were as yet unfavourable for its growth.

Observe the life like a wise tree by the side of a calm lake! Do not move; just sit and observe! Observe the Sun, observe the storms; observe the wisdom, observe the stupidities!

What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.

I thought I could never write a proper book; I'd never done it before. But I thought I could write a sequence. Then I had a chapter. The next thing I knew I was turning acting down.