It brought back to mind the injustice I spoke of, the solitude that oppresses women intent on defending their own destinies, their own dreams, their own mistakes.

I have never met a man more shy than Clark Gable. He was so shy, you couldn't make him talk.

A lot of women ask themselves why they should bring a child into the world? So that it will be hungry, so that it will be cold, so that it will be betrayed and humiliated, so that it will be slaughtered by war or disease? They reject the hope that its hunger will be satisfied, its cold warmed, that loyalty and respect will accompany it through life, that it will be a devote a life to the effort to eliminate war and disease.

How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It's like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did? He committed suicide!

The moment you give up your principles, and your values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.

There are three points of view to everything - mine, yours, and the truth.

I have expressed my opinion through the written word through my books, that is all.