I think women still want to be married. But I don't think they'll do anything to get married anymore

Your good friend has just taken a piece of cake out of the garbage and eaten it. You will probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker Clinic.

Cancer is really hard to go through and it's really hard to watch someone you love go through, and I know because I have been on both sides of the equation.

My girlfriend is much better than I am at working hard then resting, and she demands that from me, too. She insists on having time when we don't do anything. We leave the housework and watch a movie.

A couple of hanging glands have nothing to do with making someone a man.

Motherhood is the only thing in my life that I've really known for sure is something I wanted to do.

I am always looking for a great play and a great part to do.

I am definitely as happy as I've ever been. Happier, I would say, than I've ever been.

I can't go on anymore bad dates. I would rather be home alone than out with some guy who sells socks on the internet.

I don't define myself. I'm just a woman in love with another woman.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. So the only thing to really be afraid of is if you don't go get your mammograms.

When happiness is liked by me and others equally, what is so special about me that I should strive after happiness only for myself?

The habit of questioning authority is one of the most valuable gifts that a book, or a teacher, can give a young would-be scientist.

It is best, it seems to me, to separate one's inner striving from one's trade as far as possible. It is not good when one's daily break is tied to God's special blessing.

Jesus was in a garden, not of delight as the first Adam, in which he destroyed himself and the whole human race, but in one of agony, in which he saved himself and the whole human race.

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

The analytical power should not be confounded with simple ingenuity; for while the analyst is necessarily ingenious, the ingenious man is often remarkably incapable of analysis.

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

I sometimes wonder if what I create as a writer will leave any sort of dent. There's really no way of knowing, so I just have to keep going.

He who boasts of a favor bestowed, would like it back again.

Telling someone with depression to pull themselves together is about as useful as telling someone with cancer to just stop having cancer