The fundamental imbalance that is behind all of the other social diseases is patriarchy.

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.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

It’s necessary to admit that there's no universal truth about right and wrong when the subjects of your writings come rightly from your heart.

I’m a natural-born ninja saddled with the awkward grace of a drunk camel.

A priest in New York City was arrested on gun possession. These days, you better be happy that the bulge in his pocket is a .38.

Count the day won, when the earth, turning on its axis, imposes no additional taxes

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

Yeah, I know I'm ugly... I said to a bartender, 'Make me a zombie.' He said 'God beat me to it.'

That's what we're missing. We're missing argument. We're missing debate. We're missing colloquy. We're missing all sorts of things. Instead, we're accepting.

Listen to what people say when they are mad, that's when the truth comes out.