But I see no reason why a woman should not grow and develop in all those outlets which are suited to her nature, it matters not at all what they may be.

Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.

Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

I have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.

How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?

You can do one of two things just shut up which is something I don't find easy or learn an awful lot very fast which is what I tried to do.

I do get a little pissed at people who write me and want me to do things, and spell my name wrong.

I did pull out my old Telecaster, and have been thinking I'd like to play that loud with a drummer. But I haven't actually done that yet.

I don't want to get into some sort of back-and-forth on insults because that just drags everybody down.

I don't think comedians make an active decision to be a certain "persona." Comedians write the way they're going to write.

One cardinal rule of American journalism is that The New York Times Sunday Magazine is a chore, a bore, and a penance to be endured.

In the early '20s, with the war over, there was a period of celebration, and you can see it in the fashion.

As I look back on it now, it's obvious that studying history and philosophy was much better preparation for the stock market than, say, studying statistics.

Conflict isn't negative, it just is.