All Mothers Are Slightly Insane.

If You're Going To Say The Jesus Prayer, At Least Say It To Jesus, And Not To St. Francis And Seymour And Heidi's Grandfather All Wrapped Up In One.

I Live Alone (but Catless, I'd Like Everybody To Know).

I'm Sick Of Just Liking People. I Wish To God I Could Meet Somebody I Could Respect.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.

All Mothers Are Slightly Insane.