Beggars market their incapacity.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

I decide this is just A Bad Day. We all get them, because grief doesn't care how many years it's been.

There's a big difference between want and need, " she muttered to herself, picking her pad and pen back up. "I mean I want a bikini body, but I need chicken nuggets.

My vision is to build an e-commerce ecosystem that allows consumers and businesses to do all aspects of business online.

We crave and fear becoming truly ourselves

God never takes away something from your life without replacing it with something better.

I have to not harden my heart, because I want to stay open to feel things.

I'm a heaven sent instrument. My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental. That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into.

I never expected that this would be my life.

I don't dare start thinking in the morning. I don't dare start thinking in the morning. If I thought thoughts in bed, Them thoughts would bust my head-- So I don't dare start thinking in the morning.

Faith is the master, and reason the maid-servant.