Morality is only for the middle class, sweet. The lower class can't afford it, and the upper classes have entirely too much leisure time to fill

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

You are your own worst enemy. If you can learn to stop expecting impossible perfection, in yourself and others, you may find the happiness that has always eluded you.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

The only thing more dangerous then your enemy knowing how powerful you are, is your enemy not knowing how powerful you are.

Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us.

The sin against blood and race is the hereditary sin in this world and it brings disaster on every nation that commits it.

When I go out with my 16-year-old friends, I don't wear Chanel.

I think making the songs is to put strength in the community in some way.

It is high time that the women of Republican America should know how much the laws that govern them are like the slave laws ofthe South.

I was trying to find a reason for having had to escape from the place that was my home. To convince myself of my choices, I had to make it a place that everyone should want to escape from.

Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.

A mob cannot be a permanency: everybody's interest requires that it should not exist, and only justice satisfies all.

I wanted to do something really visual and photogenic.