The world over, give a guy money and it goes to drinking, gambling, and women. When you give a woman money, it goes to feeding, clothing, helping people.

It didn't matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.

I've seen women essentially martyr themselves for the good of the future and the good of their children and, again, the good of love. That shouldn't be happening but it shows you the strength and power of it, and the fact that it will take over a woman's sense of her own survival. Men have taken advantage of that for hundreds and probably thousands of years.

I think the antidote to any symptom borne of fear and scarcity is love. Compassion, understanding, respect, honor: all the things we need to help the world heal begin there.

Whatever shift is necessary is dependent on the scale on which it can be implemented, which is to say in your local community and family.

In some ways, it's easier to settle for someone else's version of success than to risk falling short at one's own.

My gut sense is there's something necessary going on and if I'm too fearful or angry, I feel like I'm feeding it.