I don't use a crap camera, I don't eat junk, and I'm not going to a dance where the boys are bores

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.

We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge.

I don't settle in any other area of my life when it comes to excellence, so why should I lower my standards when it comes to boys?

This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they can't. It interferes.

There's nothing an artist needs more - even more than excellent tools and stamina - than a deadline.

Romy had never done a budget, Marisol had never designed costumes and sets, and Suzanne had never acted, but when I asked them to help, they didn't hesitate

This should tell you everything you need to know about guys. They only go after what they know they can get. We girls, on the other hand, aim really high. We take a leap...

Really? We are being herded on a bus to drive across town to an all-boy academy where we disembark and join our lonely counterparts on a dance floor. Sounds like a scorecard situation to me.

Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone’s connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing’s broken?

In this complex modern world, it is impossible to be simple.

Mood has to be controlled.Otherwise, it's your master.

The ego exists as a powerful force in Western man that cannot be dismissed or denied. The therapeutic goal is to integrate the ego with the body and its striving for pleasure and sexual fulfilment.

I have fallen a hopeless victim to the Turk; he is the most charming of mortals.

It does not seem a year Since last we sent to you Our wishes for your special day And all that you would do.

Most of the time, feelings just seem to get in the way. They're a luxury for the idle, a bourgeois concept. Feelings are overrated.

Considering the amount of work I put into each piece, the amount I need to make from it is pretty high. I won't sell for less... but that means I rarely sell.

I escaped the [Southern-writer] label because I didn't and don't write about the South.