You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.

You can weaponize nice... Being nice can make you be a little underestimated.

Serendipity is when you find things you weren't looking for because finding what you are looking for is so damned difficult.

All language is a popularity contest.

And I don't like people who eat powdered doughnuts. I don't car how careful you are, they're just plain messy. I can't believe they taste good enough to justify getting that sugar all over everything, especially me.

By the time the traditionally male lexicographers become interested in looking at fashion words, their origins are lost in the mists of time.

People say to me, ‘How do I know if a word is real?’ You know, anybody who’s read a children’s book knows that love makes things real. If you love a word, use it. That makes it real.