More and more men are raising children or want to be close to their kids. They don't want to just lead work-obsessed lives and end up 50 years later with an engraved watch.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

God may be in the details, but the goddess is in the questions. Once we begin to ask them, there's no turning back.

We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.

Law and justice are not always the same. When they aren't, destroying the law may be the first step toward changing it.

Each individual woman's body demands to be accepted on its own terms.

No man can call himself liberal, or radical, or even a conservative advocate of fair play, if his work depends in any way on the unpaid or underpaid labor of women at home, or in the office.

The purpose of feminism is to free the uniqueness of the individual and to understand that inside each of us is a unique human being who is a combination of heredity and environment.

Superwoman is the adversary of the women's movement.

A pedestal is as much a prison as any small, confined space.

I am a prisoner of perception, a compulsory witness.

You have to be aware of all the latent possibilities that give a work its special character - its atmosphere, its moods, its contrasts.

You are only as pretty as you are nice and smart.

If we want to produce people who share the values of a democratic culture, they must be taught those values and not be left to acquire them by chance.

I find myself every so often looking at my ground glass as though the unrecorded image might escape me!

For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.

We cannot fight communism all over the world, and I think we should have learned that lesson by now.

We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.

Raise your words, not your voice.

Don't worry... it's not loaded...