There’s this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.

Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV.

I am not a pretty girl. I don’t want to be a pretty girl. No, I want to be more than a pretty girl.

God forbid you be an ugly girl, ‘course too pretty is also your doom, ’cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

Like a lot of people, I had this naive hope that Barack Obama would fix everything quickly. You know, the culture of celebrity in this country leads us away from democratic ways of thinking and into this hero worship.

And so of course, one man cannot swoop in and fix everything on his own. It’s much more complicated and difficult than that, and progressives in this country since then have had to come to terms with the fact that we need to do more than actually get out of our house and vote. It’s an ongoing process to turn the tide.

I use my dress to wipe up my drink, I care less and less what people think.

Having more exposure is kind of a bittersweet thing for me, honestly, because it’s nice to have a little more job security in life now.

Patriarchy is like the elephant in the room that we don’t talk about, but how could it not affect the planet radically when it’s the superstructure of human society?

I can jump ship and swim– that the ocean will hold me, that there’s got to be more than this boat I’m in.

I would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.

Who says I like right angles? These are not my laws, these are not my rules.