The only safe ship in a storm is leadership.

My satisfaction comes from my commitment to advancing a better world.

My mother taught me a lot of things, but they had big presuppositions built in - like her expectation that I'd be a missionary nurse in a religious order.

Men's reproduction isn't regulated by the state -- and it shouldn't be. Neither should women's.

Until the day arrives when all women decide that our rights are not negotiable, our future choices will not be secure.

The influence of one's parents is powerful and permanent.

Whoever is providing leadership needs to be as fresh and thoughtful and reflective as possible to make the very best fight.

One of the sad commentaries on the way women are viewed in our society is that we have to fit one category. I have never felt that I had to be in one category.

Social change rarely comes about through the efforts of the disenfranchised. The middle class creates social revolutions.

I have never believed in the impossible.

The deal is that women have entered the workforce, but they have not been relieved of the domestic responsibilities.

I am an optimist because I want to change things for the better and I know that blood has to be spilled and disharmony and cruelty are necessary to do that.

While women across the globe have many differences - language, culture, environment - our similarities are undeniable, and the impact of abuse and oppression affects us all.

Here in New York City you can now walk around smoking weed and all they will do if they see you is write you a ticket. Unfortunately, the ticket will be to a Jets game.

Life consists only of moments, nothing more than that. So if you make the moment matter, it all matters

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can’t stop!

Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.

Scientists like Bjorn Lomborg in The Skeptical Environmentalist have, in my opinion, properly nailed environmental extremists for these exaggerated scenarios.

Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

The desire to impress others is one of the worst forms of mental imprisonment.