There's certainly a portion of my brain that is always tuned to making wry observations about the world, but that portion of my brain was alive and well before Twitter.

I would rather be a bad feminist than no feminist at all.

So many of us are reaching out, hoping someone out there will grab our hands and remind us we are not as alone as we fear.

Some women being empowered does not prove the patriarchy is dead. It proves that some of us are lucky.

Nemeses aren't born. They are made.

Just write and love what you're writing. And if you're not loving what you're writing, take a look at why and fix that.

People do terrible things all the time, but we don’t regularly disown our humanity. We disavow the terrible things.

You have to be consistent. You have to be yourself. You have to be committed to what you're doing. You have to not be afraid to be ambitious.

Writing, at its best and truest, can offer solace and salvation for both readers and writers.

I am a bad feminist and a good woman. I am trying to become better in how I think and say and do - without abandoning what makes me human.

When you can’t find someone to follow, you have to find a way to lead by example.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

I learn, I earn.

Let's get rid of all the economic (expletive) this country represents! Bring it on, I hope the Muslims win!

History is philosophy teaching by example and also by warning.

With that locker room I could sleep there after games.

Art is the queen of all sciences communicating knowledge to all the generations of the world.

Don't worry Renee, I won't commit suicide and I won't burn a thing. Because from now on, for you, I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world.

Statistically, people who have been happily married and then widowed tend to remarry.

It's all about dreams. If I had to attribute my success in life to any one thing it is this. I believed in my dreams, even when no one else did.

Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.