Didn't I Say I'd Always Be Your

It's Unimaginable To Me That I Wouldn't Write, But It's Very Imaginable That I Won't Write For A Little While.

I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses Are Full Of Gifted Women Who Were Stifled.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.

I Felt Tears Sting Into My Eyes, And Took A Deep Swallow Of The First Champagne I Had Ever Tasted, Remembering That I Had Read Somewhere That The Monk Who Invented It Said, On First Tasting It, 'it Is Like Drinking Stars'.

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.