Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.

I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.

And every book, you find, has its own social group--friends of its own it wants to introduce you to, like a party in the library that need never, ever end.

But as the years went on, I realised that what I really want to be, all told, is a human. Just a productive, honest, courteously treated human.

The problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose.

The people around you are mirrors, I think. You see yourself reflected in their eyes. If the mirror is true, and smooth, you see your true self. That’s how you learn who you are.

Feminism has had exactly the same problem that "political correctness" has had: people keep using the phrase without really knowing what it means.

You can always tell when a woman is with the wrong man, because she has so much to say about the fact that nothing's happening.

You stop talking about things when you’ve worked them out. You’re no longer an observer but a participant. You’re too busy for this bullshit.

And the question is always "When are you going to have kids?" Rather than "Do you want to have kids?

Do not worry about your needs. God knows your every need.

One of the sources of pride in being a human being is the ability to bear present frustrations in the interests of longer purposes.

Always be courageous and strong, & don't fear. You've got to be confident when you're competing. You've got to be a beast.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

To project your idea, you have to use new technology. It's not like the '70s or the '80s; you have an image that you project globally.

As I got into high school and after puberty, I was a little more inward. I was a real extrovert when I was little, but I don't know, I just got quieter With my friends, I was still an extrovert.

Style, no matter how outrageous it is, is still an expression of someone's personality. And my personality is somewhere stuck in the classics.

All consciousness is consciousness of something: in thinking I am aware that my thought is 'pointing towards' some object.

I've never been more famous than I was, suddenly, in 1986.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!