Is this level of athletic competition the ultimate distraction from real life? Or is it a form of prayer?

There is a time in a boy’s life when the sweetness is pounded out of him; and tenderness, and the ability to show what he feels, is gone.

You want to be happy? You want to be well? Then put your boots on.

People see weakness in a woman and they want to help. They see weakness in a man and they want to stamp it out

I really like being a woman. ... I like it more now because I think it's more of a privilege.

There's a big difference between tolerance and approval, and I have no right to expect or demand the latter from anyone.

... there is a whole hell of a lot of knowledge about the (expletive removed) human condition that we are not ready for.

I'd been at the mercy of a prick on a power trip, the kind of buttoned-up bantam rooster who gets off on control and then, when you resist him, tells you that you've got issues with control.

That was the crux. You. Only you could work on you. Nobody could force you, and if you weren't ready, then you weren't ready, and no amount of open-armed encouragement was going to change that.

Happiness is not a reward. It's a consequence. You have to work at it every day.

Happiness is the most magical thing in this world the amount of which remains the same, even after distributing it amongst innumerable unhappy people.

I thought that punk in its original state was a revolutionary movement. But like surrealism, it failed in its revolutionary attempt.

The endeavor to understand is the first and only basis of virtue.

Society expresses its sympathy for the geniuses of the past to distract attention from the fact that it has no intention of being sympathetic to the geniuses of the present.

In a perfect union the man and woman are like a strung bow. Who is to say whether the string bends the bow, or the bow tightens the string?

Revolution that divests itself of ethical values thereby lays the foundation of injustice, deceit, and oppression for the future society.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

No more turkey, but I'd like some more of the bread it ate.

I will never give up. I am in my 14th year of a 10-day beauty plan.

All is in the hands of man. Therefore wash them often.