They stared at each other, wanting each other, drawn to each other, but their silent shout of love went unheard in the roar of misunderstanding, and the clatter of culturally ingrained beliefs.

You weren't being punished. You were waiting for me.

Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.

Like apes, we breed, sleep, and die. Yet like God we say, "I am." We are ontological oxymorons.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

Although no one believes me, I have always been a country girl and still have a country girl's values

Stress is like fire: When controlled and used for a purpose, it serves us well. Left unbridled, it can consume us.

Raven?' Yes?' What do you believe in?' I believe in - finding out!

Find a way to say yes to things.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.

I want to remain that family farmer independence, which I think is so critical to this country. I think it's helped build this country.

Breastfeeding is the very best diet I've been on.