You’re playing with a blow torch, andit’s pointed at your head. Think about what you’re saying.

Sometimes in our attempt to give children what we did not have, we forget to give our children what we did have.

The body suffers, but the spirit is renewed.

I discovered the treasure I have within and now I am richer than any king or a queen.

"God does not give us more than we can handle," I am told but I wonder if God doesn't overestimate me just a little. Or perhaps, and this is likely, I underestimate God.

My one goal when I started was not to actually vomit on TV or run away.

I like to get one pair of shoes and wear them till they're dirty. Besides, I don't walk - I glide, like butter. Float like a vampire. I'm like Louis Vuitton, but smoother. He wishes he were like me.

The feminists took me as a role model, as a mother. It bothers me. I am not interested in being a mother. I am still a girl trying to understand myself.

As electronic journalism came to be evaluated for its cost effectiveness, the network world began breaking up.

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

I have to mime at parties when everyone sings Happy Birthday... Mime or mumble and rumble and growl and grunt so deep that only moles, manta rays and mushrooms can hear me.