When A Child Walks In The Room,

I Always Know The Ending; That's Where I Start.

Lonely, Ain't It? Yes, But My Lonely Is Mine. Now Your Lonely Is Somebody Else's. Made By Somebody Else And Handed To You. Ain't That Something? A Secondhand Lonely.

Liberation Means You Don't Have To Be Silenced.

I Don't Think A Female Running A House Is A Problem, A Broken Family. It's Perceived As One Because Of The Notion That A Head Is A Man.

Passion Is Never Enough; Neither Is Skill.