The common impulse is not to sustain a marriage by finding satisfaction elsewhere, but to end the marriage and set up a new one which will provide the comfort lacking in the first.

We haven't come a long way, we've come a short way. If we hadn't come a short way, no one would be calling us baby.

We are in a double bind. We are expected to feel inferior not only as women, but because we are old.

Power is the ability not to have to please.

If there's nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come, there is nothing more ubiquitously pervasive than an idea whose time won't go.

The idea of power as a possession, whose asset can be banked and drawn on when needed, comes easy to a society whose rules grow out of the methods of finance capitalism.

We older women who know we aren't heroines can offer our younger sisters, at the very least, an honest report of what we have learned and how we have grown.

As long as mixed grills and combination salads are popular, anthologies will undoubtedly continue in favor.

Unless I am what I am and feel what I feel - as hard as I can and as honestly and truly as I can - then I am nothing. Let me feel guilty ... don't try to educate me ... don't protect me.

If one is going to change things, one has to make a fuss and catch the eye of the world.

The greatest barrier to women's advance in the public world of action has been their acquiescence in the idea that they don't belong out there.

There's only one person who needs a glass of water oftener than a small child tucked in for the night, and that's a writer sitting down to write.

Respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.

Nobody ever drowned in his own sweat.

As for my diet, I try to eat lean, clean and healthy - nothing too surprising. And I avoid too much meat or dairy because they slow you down.

Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for truth.

I don't necessarily consider myself a virgin, probably because I have such a penetrating personality

My heart goes out to him. Sort of. Because empathy depends on how you've spent your day.

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

Economy, the poor man's mint.

And during my college, at the end of the junior year I worked in a mine.