You don't become a Republican until you lose all your baby teeth and fall down a lot and get the croup and then become angry and bitter.

I love drugs, but I hate hangovers, and the hatred of the hangover wins by a landslide every time.

The power of visibility can never be underestimated.

Over half the world menstruates at one time or another, but you'd never know it. Isn't that strange?

Sometimes the only way to deal with horrific things in life is through a dark sense of humor.

Ugly. Is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion.

Sometimes when we are generous in small, barely detectable ways it can change someone else's life forever.

It's good to be able to laugh at yourself and the problems you face in life. Sense of humor can save you.

Privacy and security are those things you give up when you show the world what makes you extraordinary.

If I'm talking to a guy who's straight and cute and single, I'm like 'are you a unicorn?'

I’m not playing the race card. I’m playing the rice card.

A steely look of anger flared in my mother’s eyes, and I thought, just maybe, I was leaving her in good hands after all. Her own.

Don't focus on her hiss. Remember her purr.

Sometimes you have to let things go. Sometimes you have to stop caring for a minute.

Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.

Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.

There are times you will be given intuition, you just know something, and you can't explain it. Don't override it. Don't talk yourself out of it. That's the Creator giving you inside information.

I think it's important that people don't feel alone.

West Indian cultural mentality and a North American life equals the perfect balance.

Every career thing I do can't be perfect and sometimes my decisions are wrong.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.