Differences must be not merely tolerated, but seen as a fund of necessary polarities between which our creativity can spark like a dialectic.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

There is no thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives.

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.

If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone; who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

the hope of a better future belongs to us!

Go within every day and find the inner strengthso that the world will not blow your candle out.

I'm active in PAX, which is a gun awareness organization. We treat gun safety as a public health issue.

Unusually rapid growth cannot keep up forever; when a company has already registered a brilliant expansion, its very increase in size makes a repetition of its achievement more difficult.

I feel like when you're a celebrity, people dehumanize you and they forget you're a real person.

Time perfects all living beings as well as kills them; it alone is awake when all others are asleep. Time is insurmountable.

You needn't think there is nothing you can do-you can tell the truth.

Can you still have any famous last words if you're somebody nobody knows?

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Do you see those colors? Take them!