All biographers, no matter how sympathetic, end up using their subjects as mirrors to figure themselves out. I don't want to be anyone's mirror.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there's no turning back.

We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.

Law and justice are not always the same. When they aren't, destroying the law may be the first step toward changing it.

Each individual woman's body demands to be accepted on its own terms.

No man can call himself liberal, or radical, or even a conservative advocate of fair play, if his work depends in any way on the unpaid or underpaid labor of women at home, or in the office.

The purpose of feminism is to free the uniqueness of the individual and to understand that inside each of us is a unique human being who is a combination of heredity and environment.

Superwoman is the adversary of the women's movement.

A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space.

Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.

Without books, the world will be void.

Every advantage is temporary.

As for everything else, so for a mathematical theory: beauty can be perceived but not explained.

My advice would be to write what is most personal and specific to your experience or your life. And your voice will emerge and because of its specificity, it will be universal.

It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which is regarded as a malignant tumor in the imagination.

Coco Chanel said take one thing off. I always said put another one on.

At the critical juncture in all human relationships, there is only one question: What would love do now?

The earth is blue like an orange.

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.