Men have still not realized that letting women do so much of the work for so little reward makes a man in the house an expensive luxury rather than a necessity.

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

The tragedy of machismo is that a man is never quite man enough.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.

Man is jealous because of his amour propre; woman is jealous because of her lack of it.

What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.

Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful.

Libraries are reservoirs of strength, grace and wit, reminders of order, calm and continuity, lakes of mental energy, neither warm nor cold, light nor dark.

Energy is the power that drives every human being. It is not lost by exertion but maintained by it, for it is a faculty of the psyche.

A library is a place where you can lose your innocence without losing your virginity.

I may be heaven-sent, but I'm not perfect.

Be open to the amazing changes which are occurring in the field that interest you.

We live in a culture in which condoms can be handed out in schools and Bibles can't. And I think that tells you everything you need to know about our society.

My paranoia never ends, but I haven't been paranoid about being spied on my shadowy forces for some time now.

My children are babies and my husband has scarcely half an hour in 24 to give me.

I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

The day is divided into two important sections: Mealtimes and everything else.

Do ballet and play football. Sing and dance. Laugh and cry.

It is only in God that we discover our origin, our identity, our meaning, our purpose, our significance, and our destiny. Every other path leads to a dead end.

You’re beautiful because when you were born, undiscovered planets lined up to peep over the rim of your cradle and lay gifts of gravity and light at your miniature feet