We only get one life. Wasting someone's time is the subtlest form of murder.

Just live! Live now! Don't wait, and don't let anyone tell you that you're a work in progress.

Indignation and determination are much more constructive emotions than shame and embarrassment. And feminism was this engine that turned one into the other.

It’s hard to feel hurt or frightened when you’re flooded with pity.

When I started to internalize fat positivity and believe it, my response was the same one I had when I started to understand the scope of gender inequality: deep indignation.

I don't want any woman to think that I don't have empathy and deep care for all women's body issues. I just want to make sure that we don't only focus on the most palatable ones.

There were moments from my childhood when I remembered realizing that I was too big. I carried them around as weapons to use against myself, to remind myself there was something wrong with me.

Why, when men hate themselves, it’s women who take the beatings.

Real change is slow, hard, and imperceptible.

Feminism is really just the long slow realization that the things you love hate you.

In a certain light, feminism is just the long, slow realization that the stuff you love hates you

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

It was futile to attack with reason the stout wall of irrational feelings that, as is known, is the stuff of which the female mind is made.

Does the church offer answers for the complexions of 21st century problems?

The frightening thing is that, to enter hell, all one has to do is nothing.

But are not this struggle and even the mistakes one may make better and do they not develop us more than if we kept systematically away from emotions?

Most of us regard good luck as our right, and bad luck as a betrayal of that right.

I started my career as a singer in Japan, but left it all behind to focus on my dancing career.

Caring for our seniors is perhaps the greatest responsibility we have. Those who walked before us have given so much and made possible the life we all enjoy.

Will we march only to the music of time, or will we, risking criticism and abuse, march to the soul-saving music of eternity?