By Any Other Name

by Jodi Picoult

O God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the marketplace. —Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing

To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? —Isabella, Measure for Measure

She realized, for the first time, that she was the only female finalist. It hadn’t occurred to her that would be like running a race with extra hurdles.

She wondered if it were that simple; if anything became possible when no one was watching.

Because a man who argues is ambitious, but a woman who argues is just a bitch.”

“Speech without thought can be quite dangerous, can it not?”