People will sometimes say, "Why don't you write more politics?" And I have to explain to them that writing the lives of women IS politics.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write.

Today's wars are about oil. But alternate energies exist now - solar, wind - for every important energy-using activity in our lives. The only human work that cannot be done without oil is war.

Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.

Sometimes, walking with a friend, I forget the world.

Women should stick together. Didn’t you learn anything yet?

All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.

Literature, fiction, poetry, whatever, makes justice in the world. That's why it almost always has to be on the side of the underdog.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

The only recognizable feature of hope is action.

Confident people tend to evaluate their opinions alongside those of others and then follow their intuition.

Without God's Word as a lens, the world warps.

Nothing I did contributed to me having cancer, so I can't sit back and say, 'Oh why me.' Why not me? Why does tragedy always have to hit someone else?

There is perhaps no surer mark of folly, than to attempt to correct natural infirmities of those we love.

Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

They probably do have an Asian Barbie.

I'm going to stay active as long as I can politically, and with the Carter Center primarily, and if I'm able mentally and physically, will continue to be quite active.

More and more of my audio fans are asking for audiobook versions - files without the intro/outro/etc that go into the podcasts. More and more want them from Audible.

In proportion as a man is selfish, so far has he receded from the motive which constitutes virtue.

The reality is that who you are is who you are right this second, not who you were at any moment in the past because it doesn't exist anymore. It's done. It's over.