Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.

The greatest public health threat for many American women is the men they live with.

Ideas are like pizza dough, made to be tossed around.

If God had meant Harvard professors to appear in People magazine, She wouldn't have invented The New York Review of Books.

If you want something, it will elude you. If you do not want something, you will get ten of it in the mail.

Ignorant free speech often works against the speaker. That is one of several reasons why it must be given rein instead of suppressed.

The future is built on brains, not prom court, as most people can tell you after attending their high school reunion. But you'd never know it by talking to kids or listening to the messages they get from the culture and even from their schools.

Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever.

Ideas are only lethal if you suppress and don't discuss them. Ignorance is not bliss, it's stupid. Banning books shows you don't trust your kids to think and you don't trust yourself to be able to talk to them.

Somewhere between a third and a quarter of all people living in America today were born between 1946 and 1965 and if you think you're tired of hearing about us, you should try being one of us.

I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.

The issue is privacy. Why is the decision by a woman to sleep with a man she has just met in a bar a private one, and the decision to sleep with the same man for $100 subject to criminal penalties?

Even as we enumerate their shortcomings, the rigor of raising children ourselves makes clear to us our mothers' incredible strength. We fear both. If they are not strong, who will protect us? If they are not imperfect, how can we equal them?

Look back, to slavery, to suffrage, to integration and one thing is clear. Fashions in bigotry come and go. The right thing lasts.

A finished person is a boring person.

I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the lesson she had left me was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.

I would be the most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.

I will never understand people who think that the way to show their righteous opposition to sexual freedom is to write letters full of filthy words.

Women who marry early are often overly enamored of the kind of man who looks great in wedding pictures and passes the maid of honor his telephone number.

I once wanted to be a personage. Now I am comfortable being a person.

If I get the forty additional years statisticians say are likely coming to me, I could fit in at least one, maybe two new lifetimes. Sad that only one of those lifetimes can include being the mother of young children.

All parents should be aware that when they mock or curse gay people, they may be mocking or cursing their own child.

But it's important, while we are supporting lessons in respecting others, to remember that many of our youngest kids need to learn to respect themselves. You learn your worth from the way you are treated.

The victim mentality may be the last uncomplicated thing about life in America.

The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.

People always blame the girl; she should have said no. A monosyllable, but conventional wisdom has always been that boys can't manage it.

America is a country that seems forever to be toddler or teenager, at those two stages of human development characterized by conflict between autonomy and security.

New York City has finally hired women to pick up the garbage, which makes sense to me, since, as I've discovered, a good bit of being a woman consists of picking up garbage.

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

I'm sure not afraid of success and I've learned not to be afraid of failure. The only thing I'm afraid of now is of being someone I don't like much.

Here is the real domino theory - gay man to gay man, bisexual man to straight woman, addict mother to newborn baby, they all fall down and someday it will come to you.

In the family sandwich, the older people and the younger ones can recognize one another as the bread. Those in the middle are, for a time, the meat.

I would even go to Washington, which is saying something for me, just to glimpse Jane Q. Public, being sworn in as the first female president of the United States, while her husband holds the Bible and wears a silly pill box hat and matching coat.

There is something so settled and stodgy about turning a great romance into next of kin on an emergency room form, and something so soothing and special, too.

There is only room in the lifeboat of your life for one, and you always choose yourself, and turn your parents into whatever it takes to keep you afloat.

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.

The clearest explanation for the failure of any marriage is that the two people are incompatible; that is, that one is male and the other female.

The problem... is emblematic of what hasn't changed during the equal opportunity revolution of the last 20 years. Doors opened; opportunities evolved. Law, institutions, corporations moved forward. But many minds did not.

Children should have enough freedom to be themselves - once they've learned the rules.

I've finally recognized my body for what it is: a personality-delivery system, designed expressly to carry my character from place to place, now and in the years to come.

When in doubt, choose the kids. There will be plenty of time later to choose work.

The life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you have.

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

Books are the plane and the train and the road. They are the destination and the journey. They are home.

Amid attempts to protect elephants from ivory poachers and dolphins from tuna nets the rights of children go remarkably unremarked.

The reason child care is such a loaded issue is that when we talk about it we are always tacitly talking about motherhood. And when were talking about motherhood were always tacitly assuming that child care must be a very dim second to full time mother care.

If we really feel like were comfortable in our own skins now we have a longer period of time to live out that kind of third or fourth act of our life.

After all those years as a woman hearing not thin enough not pretty enough not smart enough not this enough not that enough almost overnight I woke up one morning and thought Im enough.