What up you guys, I'm back!

I'm not going to lie: there are no good options here.

What? Why are you making the glee nose? The death of my world is funny? The final vengeance of my people? I will kill you.

Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away.

Don't let this consume you. Try not to blame me. Don't live in hate. Or grief. Just live.

Okay, well, on Borelletrox V, the males are kept completely isolated from all images of the female until Binding Day and the females are, erm, let's just say they’ve' got a lot of--

Oh, no, nope, shoot. Are we about to human mate?

Hearts don’t realize they’ve been lied to. They still love anyway.

There is no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.

Is it permitted to differ with Kierkegaard? Not only permitted but necessary. If you love him.

When you sit and write a song, sit and write the best song you can write, just try and write it and be connected.

Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.

You can't do it all. No one can have two full-time jobs, have perfect children and cook three meals and be multi-orgasmic 'til dawn ... Superwoman is the adversary of the women's movement.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

I'm going to be a happy housewife. I'm going to be washing boxers and cooking and doing all those sorts of housewife duties. I just want to be happy and proud of every single day.

My father always told me I should be a writer, and I found I loved writing my autobiography; writing is such an interesting process.

I don't know how your theology works, but if Jesus has a choice between stained glass windows and feeding starving kids in Haiti, I have a feeling he'd choose the starving kids in Haiti.