Nobody warned me that when you fall in love, you really fall in love forever.

If we do not begin to practice the muscles of having a possessive investment in each other's oppressions, then we are in some serious trouble.

What else she doesn't know: that the man next to her would end up being her husband and the father of her two children, that after two years together he would leave her, her third and final heartbreak, and she would never love again.

We're accepted as long as we conform to what we are expected to be, and I'm sure that's not any different for anyone else.

I think men spend so much time passing for being men.

If you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level any reflection of themselves

Character is the plot in many ways