People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real.

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.

Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don't talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it's the superstructure of human society?

I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.

I just use my muscles as a conversation piece, like someone walking a cheetah down 42nd Street.

It makes me happy to encounter goodness, love of work, humane intelligence, and people no matter at what kind of job, be it ever so humble, or ever so exalted, who do it well and con amore.

For me, the process of writing a novel happens mostly in your head before you actually start writing.

When you're filming something, you have marks and spots you have to be in.

A pawn, when separated from his fellows, will seldom or never make a fortune.

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.

You had your turn madam, let me have mine ... Let me complete. I'm sorry, it's my turn.

When you work; don't expect your talent to be discovered. Work hard because it makes you happy.

Ireland is such a young society. The British were the ruling class up until they left about a hundred years ago, and we've been trying to work out what our class hierarchy is ever since.