I know men are delicate origami creatures who need women to unfold them, hold them when they cry. But I am tired of being your savior and I am tired of telling you why.

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.

Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don't talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it's the superstructure of human society?

I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.

Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn't know what to do with mine.

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

Any change in attitude changes the way one sees the world, and this in turn changes the way one acts.

There's a point, you know, where treachery is so complete and unashamed that it becomes statesmanship.

Strange! that what is enjoyed without pleasure cannot be discontinued without pain!

Staring down hard truth takes guts.

When the light powerfully shines upon us, the darkness cannot dare to touch us!

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.

The gun goes off. I fall.

Truth, as any dictionary will tell you, is a property of certain of our ideas. It means their agreement, as falsity means their disagreement, with reality.