“It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.”

Anger is really disappointed hope.

People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story.

How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one’s nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right.

The dilemma is that if one does not risk anything one risks even more.

To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

I believe that women should live for love, for motherhood and for intellect, and I believe we shouldn’t have to choose. And I believe that’s always been difficult for women, to express themselves intellectually, maternally, and passionately.

Every country gets the circus it deserves. Spain gets bullfights. Italy the Church. America Hollywood.

Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.

Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.

Because I loved myself, I was loved.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

I have not ceased being fearful, but I have ceased to let fear control me.

Our empathy for others as an excuse to underpay us.

It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.

When I was growing up, we had all these crazy bands on the Top 40. Today, if Pink Floyd released “Money”, it wouldn’t even get played.

Ian MacKaye was in London while I was living there. We both decided that even though we had very different lifestyles.

People still come up to me and ask me to sign their records. That’s right, records! Man, they don’t even make records no more!

Even theories of secularism are constantly being revised and changed.

I’m sure that even now, you’re still wearing that man’s cologne… so you can sleep, even alone.

I learned that from Nana. But rainy days still make my cheeks wet with tears, even now. It was pouring, on that rainy day.

I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Even if they’re saying your name with dislike, at least you know you’re you, that you exist.