A nation without a religion - that is like a man without breath.
I watch America's Next Top Model in the gym and go, 'If I stay an extra 15 minutes, I will look like that girl!'
A world without men would consists of a bunch of fat, happy women with no crime.
To all girls with butts, boobs, hips and a waist, put on a bikini - put it on and stay strong.
I love that whole princess mentality, but I also like throwing my hair in a ponytail and just wearing jeans, going on a hike and then eating a big chili-cheesebur ger.
Sometimes it's the toughest moments that you learn the most about yourself, and the more you know yourself, the less you are willing to give away.
If we wear our worst reviews like a backpack, they travel with us.
I admire Joyce Maynard a lot, specifically her memoir "At Home in the World. " Her writing is beautiful and fascinating and seemed to give me validation to the idea that I could write validly in earnest about my life with (my) very feminine point of view, and also that I could unapologetically explore the bad traits of my character (which I find to be more interesting to explore than the good traits), as well as explore other concepts that interest me like private vs public personas, age gap relationships, etc.
Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.
The idea that humans could be related to ape-like ancestors and the rest of creation was considered subversive. If man was just an animal, then he doesn't live forever, he has no soul. And if men don't have a soul, then there's no afterlife. No heaven, no fiery deterrent of hell to keep people in line in this life. And if there's no fiery deterrent to keep people in line, "well then we might as well have hell on Earth!" the critics said.
When I moved to SF in my early 20s, I loved it, but I was absolutely astonished to discover that people there hated L. A. I was just like why? Really? I had no idea.