Everyone has a little bit of Howard and Chad in them. I think there's Christine in all men as well.

I think Christine and Chad are on the opposite extremes of the spectrum. Christine is a model victim, and Chad is a model perpetrator, and Howard is closer to the middle.

We live in a disposable society. It's easier to throw things out than to fix them. We even give it a name - we call it recycling.

In a relationship you have to open yourself up.

My best male friend is my best friend until he crosses me. We're all protective of the self.

If we put the camera on ourselves, our friends and neighbors, we'll come up with some scary stuff.

There is a lot of absurdity sometimes, not just in Mormonism but often in other religions that want to pretend that no bad happens in their church, rather than taking care of what bad does happen.

The future is now. It's time to grow up and be strong. Tomorrow may well be too late.

Everybody has the ability to be manipulative, to be hateful and deceitful.

Everyone has a story.

We humans are a fairly barbarous bunch.

I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.

Still trying to figure out the dynamics of rights and responsibilities as a woman? How about striking out the word Woman and making it Human.

Sometimes an adventure is a mundane thing. A trip to the shore with your best friend. Learning you can laugh in unearthly ways.

I like sitting and writing with my buddies.

We can see the child moving rather serenely in the uterus. The child senses aggression in its sanctuary. We see the child's mouth wide open in a silent scream.

To interest is the first duty of art; no other excellences will ever begin to compensate for failure in this.

In the stream.- Mighty waters draw much stone and rubble along with them; mighty spirits many stupid and bewildered heads.

I’ve stopped war reporting. I realized that I’d answered all of my questions about war and about myself.

But of course, what the eagle does not realize is that it is participating in a very crude form of natural selection.One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.

I don’t want to be seen smiling, having fun, or eating.