I've been a feminist since I was a teenager, but originally it was because I wanted to make the world a better place for me.
Over the last twenty years, we've changed the world just enough to make it radically different, but not enough to make it work.
A writer is always working with whatever she's managed to store in the brainpan or puzzle out about the world.
Keeping kids safe is sometimes a delusion. The world is a perilous place. Sometimes the kitchen is a perilous place.
Reading is another thing that has made me more human by exposing me to worlds I might never have entered and people I might never meet.
There is a lot of talk now about metal detectors and gun control. Both are good things. But they are no more a solution than forks and spoons are a solution to world hunger.
We are awash in the revealed world.
These are my words; this is their world, a world in which we can wear our gender on our sleeves, unabashedly, as we go about the business of thinking out loud.
Women are the glue that holds our day-to-day world together.
the joy of someone who had been a reader all her life, whose world had been immeasurably enlarged by the words of others.
In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself.