Making it through the ceiling to the other side was simply a matter of running on a path created by every other woman's footprints.

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them

I was 4 and dictating stories into a tape recorder, and my mom typed them up.

Mother is a verb, not a noun.

I think a lot of people dream. And while they are busy dreaming, the really happy people, the really successful people, the really interesting, engaged, powerful people, are busy doing.

Nobody ever asks a man how he gets stuff done. Nobody asks a man how he finds balance.

Ditch the dream and be a doer.