Well, by now you must know yourself, honey, whatever you do, life don't stop. It only sits a minute and dreams a dream.

Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.

People will sometimes say, "Why don't you write more politics?" And I have to explain to them that writing the lives of women IS politics.

Write what will stop your breath if you don’t write.

Today's wars are about oil. But alternate energies exist now - solar, wind - for every important energy-using activity in our lives. The only human work that cannot be done without oil is war.

Sometimes you find that what is most personal is also what connects you most strongly with others.

Sometimes, walking with a friend, I forget the world.

Women should stick together. Didn’t you learn anything yet?

All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.

Literature, fiction, poetry, whatever, makes justice in the world. That's why it almost always has to be on the side of the underdog.

I lived in a house in the East Bronx, a totally Jewish neighborhood on East 172nd Street. You didn't see Christians much, although one lived next door. We thought they were kind of a minority.

Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.

Otaguro’s bosom heaved with an ineffable surge of joy. “Every man is fighting, ” he murmured. “Every man.

An alcoholic is someone who can violate his standards faster than he can lower them.

We hear so much about weapons of mass destruction. But nine out of 10 war victims are killed by guns. It's the AK-47 that's a weapon of mass destruction.

When you're experiencing what's happening right now, all of a sudden everything that happened to you in your entire life melts away.

Such is the strength of art, rough things to shape.

I've learned a lot about putting a show up in Vegas. You can't just all of a sudden put up a show here and do well. Nobody does.

I'm just so grateful and astonished that I'm still respected and listened to.

Many men are loved by their enemies, and hated by their friends, and are the friends of their enemies, and the enemies of their friends.

The devil may be bullied, but not the Deity.