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I have known nothing the last thirty years save the struggle for human rights on this continent. If it had been a class of men whowere disfranchised and denied their legal rights, I believe I should have devoted my life precisely as I have done in behalf of my own sex. — Susan B. Anthony

I was such a dork. I was too big. I was really gangly. — Kristen Johnston

The rigors of creativity - the self-doubt, the revising, the solitude - do require a kind of self-consumption. It comes at a cost; a cost that isn't for everyone. — David Rakoff

I can't afford security. I can't afford a gated house. So, I feel a little vulnerable. I wish some laws would come into play. — Selma Blair

The essential ingredient of authorship is authority. You hunt it out in a library, you chase it down the street, or you knit it from the fiber of your own will. From somewhere, you get it. You begin — Barbara Kingsolver

When you love a woman, you love yourself, and it's terrible really, how it seems perfectly possible to swallow the other. With a man you want to join, you want your ribs to connect like handcuffs. But with a woman if you swallow, she becomes you. — Darcey Steinke

Memory is useful because it gives us a sense of continuity. But memory is also imprisoning because it conditions us in predictable ways. — Deepak Chopra

Sometimes you just wish you could make a film and then have it on DVD so you can see your mom. But, no, I've never really had that moment. Not really. Not seriously. — Simon Pegg

Flirt with me now, you sonovabitch! See if I'm impressed. — Ilona Andrews

A commercial company enslaved a nation comprising two hundred millions. Tell this to a man free from superstition and he will fail to grasp what these words mean. What does it mean that thirty thousand men, not athletes but rather weak and ordinary people, have subdued two hundred million vigorous, clever, capable, and freedom-loving people? — Leo Tolstoy