Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Always, Always, Always Referring Every Goddam Thing That Happens Right Back To Our Lousy Little Egos.

Give Me A Story That Just Makes Me Unreasonably Vigilant. Keep Me Up Till Five Only Because All Your Stars Are Out, And For No Other Reason.

Almost Every Time Somebody Gives Me A Present, It Ends Up Making Me Sad.

Real Ugly Girls Have It Tough. I Feel So Sorry For Them Sometimes.

Happiness Is A Solid And Joy Is A Liquid.