Most urgently women's identity must be premised upon our 'beauty' so that we will remain vulnerable to outside approval carrying the vital sensitive organ of self-esteem exposed to the air.

Sometimes I think I might not have written 'The Age of Miracles' if I hadn't grown up in California if I hadn't been exposed to its very particular blend of beauty and disaster of danger and denial.

As a girl you're supposed to love Sleeping Beauty. I mean who wants to love Sleeping Beauty when you can be Aladdin?

We all have to find beauty within us as opposed to just our exterior.

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus there exists no beautiful woman none at all because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.

What I find most upsetting about this new all-consuming beauty culture is that the obsession with good looks and how you can supposedly attain them is almost entirely female-driven.

Beauty is composed of an eternal invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine and a relative element which might be either by turns or all at once period fashion moral passion.

A lot of punk rock is not going to be in the mainstream. It's below the radar. The beauty of it is that you're not supposed to always know. It's subterranean.

The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional.

Stiletto I look at it more as an attitude as opposed to a high-heeled shoe.