In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.

Women who have power are always feared.

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

What you want can be yours. But you must first know what it is you want.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Does my new feminism make me look fat?