I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.
Love and kindness go hand in hand.
I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.
My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.
I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.
Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?