Everyone Does Things For Love.

I Think Most Of Us Are Raised With Preconceived Notions Of The Choices We're Supposed To Make. We Waste So Much Time Making Decisions Based On Someone Else's Idea Of Our Happiness - What Will Make You A Good Citizen Or A Good Wife Or Daughter Or Actress. Nobody Says, 'just Be Happy - Go Be A Cobbler Or Go Live With Goats.'

My Head Is Filled With So Much Crap, Or Facts That I Find Important, But That Some Others Don't.

I Have A Thing For Red-haired Irish Boys, As We Know.

I Don't Understand Women Who Try To Be Glamour Queens.

Uniqueness Was Something My Mother Pounded Into Me.