Saying "yes" [to sexual activity] is a pretty low baseline for sexual experience and I wanted to write about what was happening to girls after "yes."

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.

Sexualization is the performance of sexuality, the performance of sexiness. Girls are super good at that now.

Girls are removing pubic hair before fully having it. They would say I feel cleaner, it's for me, but then they'd say if a boy saw pubic hair down there they'd head for the hills.

I found that in a perverse way our culture and parents are far more comfortable talking about girls' vicitimization than girls' sexual agency.

All girls over age 14 remove pubic hair. The only touching is to remove hair. That's grim.

Marketing to girls constantly presents a hypersexualized idea of girls; they're expected to appear sexy but be cut off from their sexuality.

Displaying yourself as sexy doesn't do anything to increase sexual self-knowledge or pleasure.

Sexualization is imposed from the outside as opposed to sexuality, an understanding of the body's responses and desires and ability to communicate that, cultivated from within.

The point of creativity is to express and challenge yourself, to make meaning, to embrace your life.

There is a way hook ups are serving young women. And it was important for me to always talk about how behaviours were serving girls, not just making them the victims.

Faith is a fortitude.

Prisons are the temples where devils learn to prey. Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate, because every time we cage a man we close him in with hate.

I wonder who else in the world was having such an exquisite dawn.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Privilege and complacency paralyze me with fear sometimes.

I got Michael Caine's book, Acting In Film, and I read it on the plane, desperately trying to glean information from him about how to adapt my craft, which was actually very helpful.

If you're going to be a player people will remember, you have to win the Open at St. Andrews.

Topiary has always seemed like a good occupation, comparable in some ways to writing short fiction.

She hated people who thought too much. At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? In heaven's name,Catiline, how long will you abuse ourpatience?