Spirituality has played an amazing part. Its been paramount in my life.

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.

What is evil?' asked the Fiend

Do you think about making love with me?"I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her ... loving her. "Right now, muneca, makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

Why are all these dolls falling out of the sky? Was there a father? Or have the planets cut holes in their nets and let our childhood out, or are we the dolls themselves, born but never fed?

If you would know what a cat is thinking about, you must hold its paw in your hand for a long time.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

Don't tell me it's raining when you're peeing on me!

Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings

You want to feel appreciated, definitely. I think I've been very lucky to have a long enough career, so that I do get this kind of feedback.

Indeed, good is not good if one does not suffer in doing it.

In the old covenants the people were sprinkled with blood of calves without, in their bodies, to bind them to keep the law; else we were bound to just damnation, for the breaking of it.