Does anything really matter? We all end up in the same place. All that's left is our Wikipedia entry.

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.

Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

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 let the past and my goals be the only thing that drives me in life, I will never know the meaning of being happy.

You think you're a role model, and they (protégés)turn around and tell you you're a negative role model.

I am not "cured"--I know I never will be. I will always crave that pain to keep me centered. I will always be just a little astounded when I get through a crisis without putting a blade to my flesh.

It takes a kind of shabby arrogance to survive in our time and a fairly romantic nature to want to.

Like my mother, I was always saying, 'I'll fix my life one day.' It became clear when I saw her die without fulfilling her dreams that my time was now or maybe never.

I've got everything I need: a nice piece of land with hawks and owls and incredible sunsets, and the good will of my neighbors.

Man minus the Machine is a slave; Man plus the Machine is a freeman.

Do I have a large frog in my hair? I have the sensation that something is eating my brain.

I believe that in the ideal school we have the reconciliation of the individualistic and the institutional ideals.

If politics is the art of the possible, research is surely the art of the soluble. Both are immensely practical-minded affairs.