I am 32 flavors and then some.

I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort where we overlap.

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.

They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Some people wear their heart up on their sleeve. I wear mine underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot.

We are wise women, we are giggling girls. We both carry a smile to show when we're pleased, we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves.

We are taught to view pain as an enemy, not a teacher. But pain is the right hand of growth and transformation. Pain is in the history of all human wisdom.

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 wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words. I wonder what we have when we're not pretending.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

The way to self-love and admiration is to behave like someone whom you love and admire.

The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead.

The war has jerked us pretty sharply into consciousness about this slug-a-bed sin of Sloth, and perhaps we need not say too much about it. But two warnings are rather necessary.

After September 11, it became unpatriotic to question any homeland-security or defense spending, and that let things get out of control.

Today I fulfill my creative side. I want to bloom wherever I am planted!

It's no use blaming anyone now.

I don't want to hear any drama [about me]. I don't want any negativity. I don't want to hear what's on the blog. I don't care what others say about me.

One of these days, I'm going to publish a book of all the pictures I did not take.

Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?