Hell hath no fury like a woman who has accidentally napped.

Part of being a feminist is giving other women the freedom to make choices you might not necessarily make yourself.

Don't wait around for someone else to tell your story. Do it yourself by whatever means necessary.

I have work, and then I have a dinner thing. And then I am busy, trying to become who I am.

I quit acting when I was 11 because I was cast as a bouncing ball in 'Alice in Wonderland,' and I felt slighted and wounded.

Confidence lets you pull anything off, even Tevas with socks.

Survivors are so often re-victimized by a system that demands they prove their purity and innocence.

The people accusing me of being productive don't know how hard it is for me to just bend my elbow sometimes.

Let's be reasonable and add an eighth day to the week that is devoted exclusively to reading.

At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

But ambition is a funny thing: it creeps in when you least expect it and keeps you moving, even when you think you want to stay put.

Every moment of the nightForever changing placesAnd they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces

An individual can’t create anything itself. All of our dreams come true with the cooperation and co-creation of other souls.

Aimless extension of knowledge, however, which is what I think you really mean by the term curiosity, is merely inefficiency. I am designed to avoid inefficiency.

Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one's resources it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion.

Liposuction isn't an option, because I don't have any fat under my skin. The solution? ReFirme, which is painless

I'd like to play for you one of my compositions, my only composition.

Insight into soul-action, ability to discriminate the genuine from the sham and capacity to further one and discourage the other.

The conclusion, so vexatious to democracy, that wisdom and not popularity qualifies for rule may be forced upon us by the peril in atomic energy.

What makes human life - which is inseparable from this moment--so precious is its fleeting nature. And not that it doesn't last but that it never returns again.

Most inputs are useless and time is wasted in proportion to the amount that is available.