“[on sexual politics] The Golden Rule works for men as written, but for women it should go the other way around. We need to do unto ourselves as we do unto others.”

I want to say to you that there is life and dreams and surprises after 30-and 40, and 50, and 60, and 77! Believe me, life is one long surprise.

Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age.

I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.

Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

I believe that transgender people, including those who have transitioned, are living out real, authentic lives. Those lives should be celebrated, not questioned. Their health care decisions should be theirs and theirs alone to make.

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

Women are not going to be equal outside the home until men are equal in it.

Writing keeps me from believing everything I read.

We’ve begun to raise daughters more like sons… but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.

Each others’ lives are our best textbooks.

The authority of any governing institution must stop at its citizen’s skin.

So why is the sex barrier not taken as seriously as the racial one?

Whatever you want to do,do it now.

Being married is like having somebody permanently in your corner. It feels limitless, not limited.

Once we give up searching for approval we often find it easier to earn respect.

Women can be vivacious. We are allowed more varieties of facial expression and gestures. Men must be rocklike.

I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws around my throat, squeezing my airway. I twist and put my head between my knees, breathing until the strangled feeling leaves me.

When you are completely absorbed or caught up in something, you become oblivious to things around you, or to the passage of time. It is this absorption in what you are doing that frees your unconscious and releases your creative imagination.

Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.

I have seen too many chaotic settings, where children are running around. There’s no sense of purpose.

I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

I don’t sit around with my friends and talk about money, ever. On a record, that’s different.

Every free day, every weekend, I am in a recording session. I’m very lucky to have such supportive people around me.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.