I don't want to be just another blade of grass.

The point is not for women simply to take power out of men’s hands, since that wouldn’t change anything about the world. It’s a question precisely of destroying that notion of power.

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.

Change your life today. Don't gamble on the future, act now, without delay.

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

All oppression creates a state of war.

To be free is not to have the power to do anything you like; it is to be able to surpass the given toward an open future.

When women act like women, they are accused of being inferior. When women act like human beings, they are accused of behaving like men.

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth - and truth rewarded me.

When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].

It may be possible that Leukemia in children is linked to the location of the fuse board and the electrical meter on the home.

A change of scene will not produce a change of thought in the master mind unless he so elects.

Though the captives' resistance was dangerous, through such acts, dignity was preserved, and through dignity, life itself.

Throughout human history, the apostles of purity, those who have claimed to possess a total explanation, have wrought havoc among mere mixed-up human beings.

An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.

What someone is, begins to be revealed when his talent abates, when he stops showing us what he can do.

When you're getting $2,000 a month in the minors, it's hard not to eat Taco Bell every day.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

I'll write about California someday, I imagine, but I don't know when.

Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.