“It’s not that women are less corruptible than men are, it’s that women have had less chance to become corrupt.”

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I have me brave women who are exploring the outer edge of human possibility, with no history to guide them, and with a courage to make themselves vulnerable that I find moving beyond words.

Far too many people are looking for the right person, instead of trying to be the right person.

At my graduation, I thought we had to marry what we wished to become. Now you are becoming the men you once would have wished to marry.

Power can be taken, but not given. The process of the taking is empowerment in itself.

Imagining anything is the first step toward creating it. Believing in a true self is what allows a true self to be born.

We choose to be writers because we don’t want to talk.

Women must have seats at the table because peace is too crucial to be left only to the politicians or only to the male half of our world.

Marriage works best for men than women. The two happiest groups are married men and unmarried women.

A lot of my generation are living out the un-lived lives of our mothers.

Housewives are dependent creatures who are still children, parasites.

The voting booth is the only place that a pauper equals a billionaire, and any woman equals any man.

I believe a unique core self is born into every human being; the result of millennia of environment and heredity combined in an unpredictable way that could never happen before or again.

A movement is only composed of people moving. To feel its warmth and motion around us is the end as well as the means.

[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.

Whenever one person stands up and says, “Wait a minute, this is wrong,” it helps other people do the same.

The chance to see you again is 1 in 8 billion but so was the first time.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

Why do I see in a world gone blind? I always longed to find the answers, took chances. Asked for the veil to thin. Fault? Mine. Left questioning; my eyes, blessings or curses?

You only grow when you give yourself chance to heal.

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

Time never give you a second chance.

Don’t jump at every chance to go and let loose; think about what will be better for your progress. ⁣

We drift through life seeking second chances only to lose them once they’re given to us.