Last night he made it very clear that he wants me.And, god help me, I want him too.

You want to prove you never stopped loving me?” She got up and stared down at me. “Start by trusting me with the truth.

Be nice to people on your way up because you'll meet them on your way down.

We dance with women in groups, but it is very rare that you have a partner that is a woman. The dance world is very macho - woman, boy, always couples, and it's very standardized.

All I wanted was to be involved in politics and government.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

It's basic research: shoot an arrow in the air. Where it lands, paint a bullseye.

I will leave no memoirs.

An Inconvenient Truth is so convincing that it makes opposers of the argument as credible as Holocaust deniers.

I'll be bossy and damn proud! Banning words, please. Try banning the system that produces polices that promote inequity.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.