There is nothing going on. I took nothing you wanted. You can't have it back.

I'm not a girl anymore, I'm a woman and my heart beats like prizefighter's fists, and I have not stopped yet, I will not stop.

Someone Should Write Me a Love Poem but I'm Stuck Doing It Myself

Love - at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love - does not conquer all.

That's point of writing: building what you need, right?

I write to make sense of things that dont make sense to me.

I think that hope is the act of continuing in the face of the truth.

There is nothinggoing on. I took nothingyou wanted. You can'thave it back.

We are the windows through which our children first see the world. Let us be conscious of the view.

I did not want windows, only skylights. I chose my painting wall as it has the best morning light.

Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

The Republican Party does not reach out.

The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings.

The only place I really get recognized is at Ralphs. Whenever I'm in L.A., I go to Ralphs, and for some reason, everyone there recognizes me.

Life is really very simple. What we give out, we get back

It is important always to remember that virtual contact cannot and must not take the place of direct human contact with people at every level of our lives.

The men in my family are strong because the women in my family kill and eat the weak ones.

They gave me away as a prize once - a Win Tony Curtis For A Weekend competition. The woman who won was disappointed. She'd hoped for second prize - a new stove.