I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.

The violence between women is unbelievable...women try to make each other crawl so that their knees are bleeding.

What girls do to each other is beyond description. No Chinese torture comes close.

This is very simple in the world of chicks: some are hoochies, some are not, and some should never try to be. It's no different from the idea of sports. Now, I can go on my little rowing machine for four times a week, twenty-two minutes a time, and I can feel as if I flirt with the sporting world. Similar to the idea that a woman can put on something cuter for her man, for those moments, and flirt with garments that a hoochie woman might be pushing. But never for one moment should you get confused. My little rowing machine and I cannot consider ourselves athletes. Wearing the same garment does not a hoochie woman make. So if you are a true hoochie woman, may garments below the navel always be in your future. If you are not, then please don't throw away your cotton zippy jacket.

So, you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus.

Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself.

I salute to you Commanderand I sneeze'Cause I have Nowan AllergyTo your policies it seemsWhere have we gone wrong America?Mr. Lincoln we can't seemto find you anywhere out of the millionsFrom the desertsTo the mountainsOver prairiesTo the shoresIs this just the Madness of King GeorgeYo GeorgeIs this just the Madness of King GeorgeYo GeorgeWell you have the whole Nationon all fours.

Everybody told me this 'girl on the piano' thing was never going to work.

Girls you've gotta know when it's time to turn the page.

And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

sleeping beauty/trips me with a frown

He said, first let's just unzip your religion down.

she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here