she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here

For the most part, pianos are female to me. Sometimes they're dykes, and they're always good fun.

Women must understand that simply attacking or hating men is just another form of disempowerment. A woman has to realize that when she makes a man crawl it doesn't give her power.

Guys would sleep with a bicycle if it had the right color lip gloss on. They have no shame. They're like bull elks in a field.

Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don't fit into boxes.

We are all fairies living underneath a leaf of a lily pad.

It's emotional blackmail to say if you're a good businesswoman and a musician, you're betraying your music.

People think I'm nuts because I can sit in a room and be happy by myself.

The sense of loss is such a tricky one, because we always feel like our worth is tied up into stuff that we have, not that our worth can grow with things we are willing to lose.

Some people hide more than others, and it does intrigue me.

Nothing leaves a scar upon an Authors heart more than a book they've written with purpose going unread.

Sena under the leadership of Uddhav Thackeray has failed. It is a party on the decline, and that decline started the day Maharashtra Navnirman Sena was formed.

Alternative models are neither right nor wrong, just more or less useful in allowing us to operate in the world and discover more and better options for solving problems.

Laws cannot be imposed on him who is the master of the law.

When you wrestle with a pig, he has fun, and you just end up dirty.

I don't think much of a dance step where the girl looks like she was being carried out of a burning building.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

Every stage of education begins with childhood. That is why the most educated person on earth so much resembles a child.

Sunshine of late afternoon-- On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying--And the immaculate white bed

My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!