Not everyone has to be in a relationship to feel good about themselves. Some people are better off on their own.

What, then, is the soul but a prisoner of your flesh? An undying yet constrained energy, bound and enslaved within a shuffling, steadily rotting suit of tissue and savage needs?

The tricky thing about the hood is that you’re always working, working, working, and you feel like something’s happening, but really nothing’s happening at all.

O judgment! thou are fled to brutish beasts And men have lost their reason!

Just fear me and love me...and do as I say...and I will be your slave.

I've always played characters that were younger than myself.

Fake relationships and fake people coming up to me and all of a sudden wanting to be my friend.

Mothers work outside the home for many reasons; one of them is almost always because their families need their income to live up to their standards for their children.

Our passions may be compared to certain slaves--the more severity we show them, the better they obey us.

Maybe we need a very small nuke thrown off on Foggy Bottom to shake things up like Newt Gingrich wants to do.

An ounce of practice is worth a ton of theory!