I'm not a girl. I'm a genius.

The trouble with men is that they have limited minds. That's the trouble with women, too.

Privileged groups, like everyone else, want to think well of themselves and to believe that they are acting generously and justly.

I once asked a young dissertation writer whether her suddenly grayed hair was due to ill health or personal tragedy; she answered: “It was the footnotes”.

Real artists, it seems to me, are those who don't repeat themselves.

There are more whooping cranes in the United States of America than there are women in Congress.

I'm not a girl. I'm a genius.