I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Defiance through compliance.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

if you show me how strong you are, i just exactly see your weakness.

[Giving welfare to poor people] is the equivalent of the government sending [fat people] a jumbo bag of Bugles in the mail twice a month.

When you talk about rap you have to understand that rap is part of the Hip-Hop culture.

Peace dies when the framework is ripped apart. When there is no longer a place that is yours in the world. When you know no longer where your friend is to be found.

If you could only hear what I dream.

You can do amazing things when people love you.

You are too smart and too knowledgeable to believe much of the nonsense you have been espousing on global warming and many other issues.

In Hollywood, you feel a responsibility to look less disheveled than you are. But I'm a mom, and I'm not good at putting time into prepping.

It is in virtue of unity that beings are beings.

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?