Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

I talk about myself in the third person all the time. I don't live my life in the way someone like you does. I live my life completely serving only my work and my fans.

See that the imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.

I will no longer be referred to as Miss Steinem of Ms. magazine.