Women tell stories; men want answers. Guys get impatient when we drone on forever; we get frustrated when they tune out.

What do women do when they get together? We sit around and talk! Men, not so much. My theory is that this difference is genetic and dates back to the hunter-gatherer societies, when the men had to be quiet as they hunted, lest they scare away the bison and then everyone starved to death and it was all their fault.

I'm impatient. I'm frustrated with everything that's gone on because it hasn't gone as fast as I wanted it to.

For every rock climber you meet, you'll get a thousand different answers.

I don't want to be famous. I want to tell stories.

There is no forgiveness. For women. A man may lose his honor and regain it again. But a woman cannot. She cannot.