My fears came true: People called me fat and hideous, and I lived. And now I keep living.

Part of being a feminist is giving other women the freedom to make choices you might not necessarily make yourself.

Don't wait around for someone else to tell your story. Do it yourself by whatever means necessary.

I have work, and then I have a dinner thing. And then I am busy, trying to become who I am.

I quit acting when I was 11 because I was cast as a bouncing ball in 'Alice in Wonderland,' and I felt slighted and wounded.

Confidence lets you pull anything off, even Tevas with socks.

Survivors are so often re-victimized by a system that demands they prove their purity and innocence.

The people accusing me of being productive don't know how hard it is for me to just bend my elbow sometimes.

Let's be reasonable and add an eighth day to the week that is devoted exclusively to reading.

At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

But ambition is a funny thing: it creeps in when you least expect it and keeps you moving, even when you think you want to stay put.

I do not say words, which you want to hear.The words just told me, to write them down.

-Хүү минь, чи надад ямар ч өргүй гэж бодож явах эрхийг би чамд олголоо.

It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.

If someone loves sweet things and constantly eats angel´s hair tartlets should this be diagnosed as having some sort of heavenly trichotillomania?

Few have been taught to any purpose who have not been their own teachers.

My theme for philanthropy is the same approach I used with technology: to find a need and fill it.

Fights over ideas are the most vicious of all. If it were merely food, or water, or shelter, we would work something out. But in the realm of ideas one can become idealistic .

Canada will also look into their policies to avoid a repeat. They will go after their exporter.

There is no way that I could have survived if I had not changed my style of play.

I ask you, is it the fig tree's fault that it's not the season for figs? What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent tree, wither it instantly?