I have a tendency to break rules and shake things up. I would say that with me people never know what is real and what is fiction. And I like that because reality is relative.

Only write a story that only you can write.

If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

Some instances in life call for humility. But, sometimes you need to be flat - out brazen when it comes to the desires of your heart.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

I opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldn't. If words don't want to come out, they don't. I don't understand when people say things and then...

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my...

Explore the rugged edge of thought. Like grating a carrot, give the paper the colorful coleslaw of your consciousness.

... she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see ...

My attitude is if fashion says it's forbidden, I'm going to do it.

Penelope {the parrot} squawked, 'I'll do it because I want to but not because you tell me to!' Mary was certainly surprised at that because she thought that had made up that brilliant remark. She...

Try saying this: "I enjoy my creativity." And when you say it, be sure to actually mean it. For one thing, it will freak people out. I believe that enjoying your work with all your heart is the only...

This is what they have in place of freedom-time and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite...

When, as a woman, you make yourself the work of art, and when you are then what everyone looks at, then whatever else, you aren't alone.

I will not calm down!

I don't speak, I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.

She started off, walking fast, as if the speed of her steps could give form to the things she felt.

However, Gregor had become much calmer. All right, people did not understand his words any more, although they seemed clear enough to him, clearer than previously, perhaps because had gotten used to...