I've always struggled so much just to appreciate myself.

The bickering and fighting and hating that women do with each other - it's going to kill us as a race of people.

You've just got to follow your own path. You have to trust your heart and you have to listen to the warnings.

It's time for those of us who have a voice to speak out for life, for love and for justice using the same media we've used throughout our careers.

When I was in my twenties, it felt like I was riding wild horses, and I was hoping I didnt go over a cliff.

As you get older, though, you realize there are fire extinguishers. You do have an ability to control the flames.

But really, we also need to learn how to love one another as women. How to appreciate and respect each other.

I want to give some positive messages and to empower some people.

I'd been in a vicious cycle and circle of people and couldn't see my way out. So I picked myself up one day about 15 years ago and moved where I didn't know anyone.

Painted faces, sun burnt skin, fixed expressions, smiles worn thin.

I'm a woman and I'm a backbone...everybody needs one.

Revenge is a business of calculation, best served cold. Rescue holds more of sacrifice, suicidal danger, and all manner of other madness that should have me running in the opposite direction.

I'm all self-taught. I never had a teacher. Even for English, and French, and German, I hardly went to school.

Oh, am I wearing an ascot? I didn't notice.

If you default on an unsecured debt, you won't lose anything (except points on your credit score).

The plan was to drink until the pain is over, But what's worse, the pain or the hangover?

I hope my child will be a good Catholic like me.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor

Movies that are consciously life-affirming are to be consciously avoided.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?

Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.