I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

He's a normal, likable, straightforward boy. (on David Beckham)

I'm more likely to strike up a conversation with a stranger than to try any antic or pickup lines.

What must that be like? To be admired before you’ve even said a word, to be desired two or three hundred times a day by people who have absolutely no idea what you’re like?

The goal of a designer is to listen, observe, understand, sympathize, empathize, synthesize and glean insights that enable him or her to “make the invisible visible

I asked you to pack your headgear and shoulder pads, but more importantly your defense and your kicking game, because that's what wins game like this.

Most people are doing the best they can, given what they know and understand, including you. If they knew more and were aware of more, they would do things differently.

Things are all made from nothing; hence their true source is nothing.

I looked back at some of my earlier published stories with genuine horror and remorse. I got thinking, How many extant copies might there be, who owns them, and do they keep their doors locked?