She had once said that she believed the women's liberation movement of the sixties and seventies was actually a ploy by men to get women to do more.

I read as much poetry as time allows and circumstance dictates: No heartache can pass without a little Dorothy Parker, no thunderstorm without W. H. Auden, no sleepless night without W. B. Yeats.

Women leave their marriages when they can't take any more. Men leave when they find someone new.

When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.

I admire the linear and decisive way a certain kind of man thinks, to my curlicue boundless overthinking.

Reading poetry gives me a sense of calm, well-being, and love for humanity - the same stuff more flexible women get from yoga.

For whatever reason, various outlets and individuals are committed to making the world think that young girls don't talk or care about feminism anymore, that it's totally over. But it's not.

I like dressing up for dates and dissecting a dinner conversation with a new guy to determine if he might be The One.

We don't always do the things our parents want us to do, but it is their mistake if they can't find a way to love us anyway.

Fiction will always be my greatest love, with poetry close behind.

She thought about him all the time - not so much about Doug the individual, but rather about the nature of love, and the shock of learning how quickly it could disappear.

Why am I the only one who thinks she’s messing with us? - Egg

When you love, you should always watch the quality of your love.

I don't see how you can give someone who lied to the extent that he did a second chance in the same line of work.

I have a dad-ager. My dad is really good at the business end of things. But it's really a family affair. My mother handles all my social media stuff - Facebook, Twitter, e-mails, that kind of thing.

I'll be satisfied with what I've got at the end of the season, ... If I can play every day, the numbers will come.

When I couldn't speak English, I loved silent films circa 1914-1929, Abel Gance being my favorite director.

Choose satisfaction over salary. Better to be happy with little than miserable with much.

I now believe when I'm dead and buried my tombstone will read, "I'm not entirely sure the band's over."

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

New materials are one of the great afflictions of contemporary art. Some artists confuse new materials with new ideas.